Puff Puff's New Glasses

Containment is One Hell of a Drug

They haven't been able to get the bus to show up. It feels like it's been ages.

I met the 'Brock' bloke recently. He's very m̶u̶s̶c̶u̶l̶a̶r̶ 
h̶a̶n̶d̶s̶o̶m̶e̶
h̶o̶t̶
big.

They've decided that this only means they have more time to prepare. Preparing for what, I'm not too sure. Friendzone Girl has kept in touch with the girl who looks like Deejay. They won't let me talk to her on the phone normally.

I miss talking on the phone.

I miss when my weekends were filled with booze rather than prepping for demonic summoning rituals.

I miss when I used to get into fights with the other blokes on the bus every morning just because we didn't know what to eat for breakfast.

I miss listening to Deejay's newest mixes or the riffs that Axel would come up with.

I miss Puff.

I can barely even recall his face.

What a terrible bandmate I am.

What a terrible friend I am.

I wonder what this Stevi thing is supposed to do.