Seemed like a good idea to get together with some friends and jam out some bullshit “rock” tunes. Its not like we’re getting any younger or anything. Back hurts all the time, hungover most morings, can’t see straight andkidney’s not working. Can’t stand our jobs (except Nate) and the kids are really getting us down. Man, lets try and get out of the house today, there’s nothing good on TV and all the porn is old. Want to get a coffee? Meetcha down at Harbucks at 11PM, OK? Got this great idea for a song where like, I’m this road warrior and I cruizingt down the post apocaliptic highway in my muscle car and like I save some people and they thank me with gassoline, right? Man, then the chorus comes in and its like, “chuga-chuga-dundun!” and you do that one thing on the drums thats like, uh… what do you call that? Oh yeah, just hit them! I’ll do an awsome pick slide and then we’ll end on that one part but bring it back from the bridge. But then we;‘ll fake everybody out and start the song AGAIN! Damn! Nobody in Denver is doing anything like what we are! Maybe we should record some time, you know, get the tunes out there so everyone can really hear what we’re all about. Like, they could go to our myspace page and listen to the songs, and stuff. Yeah, thats pretty much what all our practices are like. We’re pathetic.