I woke up one morning and had some coffee. My stomach hurt.

I hate it when my stomach hurts.

I threw up some eggs and ice cream that I had for breakfast and drove down to the rehearsal space. It's in a decrepit part of town in some bricked back alley that not even the homeless care about... I love it. I get inside and drink some more coffee... this time it's cold. I threw up again.

I hate cold coffee.

I hooked up a ten year old, piece of shit, radioshack mic into my guitar pedal board and another mic inside the old beat... more