depreciation they claim

And so I sit on Jeff's couch three counties away on a Sunday at 5

And so, I sit on Jeff's couch, three counties away, on a Sunday, at 5, at what we thought was a show, just is really just a college house party that they wanted background music for.

There's a pentagram on the floor made of candles. It's funny and ironic but no one really thinks it is minus the two who made it.

Kind of a weird time and place to throw a show but I guess hats what we expected since the description was "Secret Show" and no other details. It's just a silly setting, I mean, who needs to bring three 6 packs of flying dog to a thing like this. The only people drinking it though are just sitting out in the rain while we all fool around with PAs and shit and play My Heart Will Go On on the keyboard in the den.

They moved the pentagram to a table so it would burn the house down, lol.

I'm not overly thrilled about coming but it sparked me to write this so I suppose I got a little good out of it.

Everyone here's older than me and I hate it.
It just means everyone seems immediately more pretentious.

There's clicks even at a party like this. Weird enough how people never grow up, huh.

There are at least two guys wearing all black, and Ryan's gone to the bathroom at least twice because he feels awkward, I know that's the reason.

I don't know what to do with myself except stay buried in my iPhone and just wait until it gets too weird and Ryan and wants to leave.

Jeff is kind of a douche, but his dog isn't.