oldskoolpat

figured i would update on my last journal. i left a message with my old singer's brother-law in baltimore to get back to me, he doesn't have a phone himself. likewise, i left a message with my old drummer.. he never called me back. i still don't know if these two members of the band know that the c.d. even exists, because the band has been broken up for a while. but they probably do.

then the guitar player calls me up at three in the morning last night and leaves this message like 'fuck you for not coming to our (his new band's) show!' i called him back at 4AM.
i just said 'why did you do this to me?'
he says 'what are you talking about?'
i go 'you put out that c.d. with me playing on it and didn't give me credit'
he says 'oh that was punk rock.. (unintelligable drunk babbling).. why don't you come over?'
i just said 'thats fucked up.. don't ever fucking talk to me again.'

besides my parents, i have known these guys longer than anyone else on earth.. but as they say, who needs enemies..