Waiting Room

April 1st is coming... and that'll be the day that I'm released from my sentence. I've marked my homemade calender with a little birthday cake and reminders leading up to it on how to prep. It gets cold around here, and Sundays for some reason are the worst days to get through. I could stay in the dark for weeks on end and know when a Sunday hits. I've done this test before and have succeeded.
But my anniversary is coming and there will be no need for that. Because now I can have an up-to-date calender. Now I can play the guessing game of What Time Is It with someone else...

We were all sick and tired of reasoning...

01/12/2-13 The Smell, Los Angeles, CA.

(Regal Degal)

The headliner's were C.R.A.S.H. What kinda sound? Punk. No subcategories here folks, let's not dick around on that note. Their sound is Punk - that's it. At times it's nice to get a solid kick in the teeth, ya know? Straight bullseye shot right in the kisser, and that's what these dude's did. They kept their set short and sweet. No hello, no thank you, no good night everyone. They left the crowd wondering if that was all. A room full of stunned faces, but not in a disappointing way. No, sir.

(C.R.A.S.H.)

...then I was off to bed, and slept like a baby.