So I had a bad show. What I mean by bad show is the sound of silence only interrupted by drunk people table talk. I was so upset my throat felt like it was going to do me a favor and just close up because it would be better to just pass out for a bit. Now that would of been a show! I SHOULD HAVE LOCKED MY KNEES! Take one for the team...

It was weird and horrible and there were these two boobs, real boobs. Oh just thinking about those two weird long little boobs still flusters me. They were attached to an old gal and an old man was fondling and such. Sickening and distracting old boobs decorated by a heart tattoo that had elongated with age.

It made mine very uncomfortable.

What a night. I died on stage. I got mad. I got so mad I thought any minute I was going to turn into Carrie and burn that mother down!!! I was angry and you could tell. By the end even the drunks were wondering if I was going to kick their ass.

I have to admit it could have been a little Karma. When I walked into that place I could barely get my ego through thee door. Me and my big head had it all figured out. This was our room. To be honest I had killed on that very stage a few times. Some of the best shows I have ever had happen there. So yeah I was a hot shoot!

I swear my head had deflated nice and slow right there while the drunks and the boobs watched in horror. I left the stage taken down a few notches.

There was a silver lining. He was my friend that I brought with me. He is the half full at least nobodies bleeding guy. He had made friends with the entire bar, well most of the bar. By the end of the night there was this little drunk man who could not decide weather he wanted to beat my friend up or buy him a drink. He finally decided that there was going to be a fight! He got in my friends face but got distracted by a spilled drink and my friend yelled GO and we ran to the car and got the hell out of there.

I was glad he was there besides the fact he took a picture of me failing on stage and posted it to facebook and that's not all he tagged me in it! You know you want to have your worst night ever immortalized by a photo for the world to see.

So now I dwell. I will think every which way that I could have come out on top. Maybe I need more old boob jokes. Maybe I should not scare an entire audience. Maybe I need to learn how to faint on command. Whenever the ship is sinking I could just drop like a sack of potatoes. DAMN IT! Its just a little something I am going to have to brush off and stomp the crap out of and then cry a little.