i just spent two hours in the company of rich fucks who pay my rent, kissing ass and trying to make myself look like someone i'm not.

what is this life all about? can someone tell me that?

poncho sanchez found out we were opening for him ... he had us kicked off the bill. the gig is cancelled, or postponed, or whatever.

and i'm back to playing the corpoate game beneath a very deep puddle of $1000/bottle wine.

and all i wanna do now is sleep.