Our first official complaint, served on a cold lonely platter from our supervisor. YAY!! Enjoy.
"A bunch of shit came together in my head. It was a sandstorm. I was
tired. I was excluded via audio engineer/emeryville/people I don't
know conversation and started noticing things. Like a general lack of
substance - It was all noise.
Not verbatim, but let me give you an example of what it sounded like to me:
oh shit the berries!
I'll juggle your berries
bow wow chicka bowa
I'll flower your ass
petals and all
oh yea he said 'petals in your ass'!
up the ass
Speaking of pedals, I bought this crazy seven string double drop tuned
violin that I plugged into my drums and attached a trumpet to it
you know what I mean at all? And then when graham and jay started a verbal drum circle I'd had enough. Sorry if this is bitchy. I do like
your friends I just wasn't vibing and wanted to avoid a panic attack
so I left. I figured I'd stay and take the bus with you but then
realized the walk to the bus would be the same as the dinner
conversation and I couldn't take any more.
I think I'm ok now. Maybe it was a summer thing. Maybe it was the dim lighting. I was losing it while waiting for my cake and then the cake didn't help."
Oh those pretend friends. .. We find it hard to see those high fives in the dark.
Graham and J