Friday, August 14, 2009

Catchit

he first step i took out of bed this morning i slid over on kitty's shit and fell on my ass. so this is my new life

Not a wet eye in the house or I was a teenage folk-rocker

After 8 (about 6 too many!!) years the band finished last night in Ballarat with an onstage brawl. Falling through the amps and drums, I felt my jumper soak with Fail Draught and an old weight lift off my shoulders. What a long drag. Was finally starting to sound good too. Pictures of the past:
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