1st Attempt

By January 16, 2012Uncategorized

Buckets and Pots…Check.

Sticks….Check.

I thought I was ready, I had everything I needed.

As I was unloading my buckets from the car I was talking down about
“Club” drummers (Anyone who doesn’t play on the street).
Since I’ve only played on the street once I was including my past self.

As I was doing this I was calling them Whimps and Snobs.

Then it started to get cold and I thought “maybe this isn’t a good idea.”
I pull my buckets apart and suddenly it cut my hands…

OWWW!

“Now it’s definitely not a good idea to play tonight” I thought.

So, I went home.

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