I've just realised something:
Second band book =
90% bands
10% my complaining
This book =
90% my complaining
10% bands
I'M SORRY!
I write so much about not writing that it's become so sad and pathetic.
But let's have a chapter, shall we?
Like the good old days.
Here's some old news:
Over a week ago, I attended the tennis. What happened? People aced shiz and whenever someone said "ace", I sprung up from my seat and yelled, "You called?"
Other than that . . .
I was seated in a group of approximately one to two hundred elderly people, including my grandmother.
The DJs decided to play heaps of good music.
Some of that music included: Guns N' Roses, AC/DC and Queen.
So when players were entering the court, you had everyone clapping and me just headbanging like a lunatic whilst elderly people stared at me.
Or that time I headbanged right into a woman's sandwich...
Or that time I thought I was at a concert when instead I was witnessing a ninety-year-old go through the shock of watching me think I was at a concert.
Or that time when the beginning of one song sounded like the beginning of a different one and this happened:
Me: *Jumps up* OH I KNOW THIS SONG!
Me: Wait, no, shit I don't. Uh... pretend to look normal... *sits down awkwardly.*
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WHY DO I KEEP SAYING I'LL POST A SHORT STORY YET NEVER DO?!
Inside voice: 'cause you're a lazy fuck.
Me: yeah that makes sense.
YOU ARE READING
Bands: #3
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