As the concert begins I will become much too over-stimulated for my own good. It is then that I will demonstrate my appreciation for the present moment by throwing shit. What kind of shit will I throw? All kinds of shit.
I think it's safe to say that agreeing to be the drummer for this Poison tribute band is easily one of the worst life decisions I've ever made.
Hey, do you have a favorite type of music? Awesome, here's why it sucks. Oh, it's indie? Please kill yourself before we have to.
Everyone's in it for a reason, whether it's love, money or Facebook status. And if you're not sure, you're the annoying Indecisive Couple.