The one I wanted to write for you

What kind of crazy fucker gets up in the stands behind the band when they're playing in the round to 12,000 fans and proceeds to spray beer all over the drums and drummer? What's wrong with people these days?

Amity's party was tonight, had a good time.

William's party is tomorrow night.

Might disappear for a few days, not that I've been around that much recently anyway.

Taxman says I'm getting a good chunk of money back, despite the Canadian per diem. Hopefully I can help mum get out of the financial hole the car, insurance, and electric bill has put her in.

Would love to write, but no time. Never any time anymore.