2002-09-22 - 3:12 p.m.
I woke up today thinking about my friend Ana, who blew her brains out over ten years ago. She had the softest lips I had ever kissed. I still miss her smile.
I don’t know why she’s haunting me today. The gigs last night went great. Two packed shows at the Saxon. Forsyth has been playing with us all week. Things have been fun. So, why do I see her eyes when I shut mine? Let me just state this for the record. SUICIDE IS A BAD IDEA. If you are thinking about doing yourself in, email me first. Sometimes it takes a while for me to return emails if I’m on the road but I will get back to you. We’ll chat for a while. No matter how bad things get, there’s always hope. Ok? Ok.
In other news, I need somebody sane to run my website. Any takers? Email me. Also, anyone (crazy enough to go but not crazy enough to freak out) want to sell merchandise for the Spankers for the next two weeks? The pay isn’t much but you get to party and travel with the band. We leave for Aspen on Tuesday.
Cudos to Cactus for posting a real poem on the website. Some of the others made me laugh but his made me feel.
