I've been waiting since 4 (it's 7:30 now) for this bass player to show up so we can jam. I called an hour ago, and he said he couldn't lift his amp into his car (Hey, well, thanks for calling me, dickweed). I said, "Could you have your brother help you?"

"Oh, yeah. I'll have him help me and I'll be right over." No sign of him yet.

He's an old friend, but man, he's really lost his marbles. He can't lift anything because his back is in such bad shape, he can't remember anything except the same 329 stories I've heard already 12,985 times and once again, he's out of work.

I'm just posting this as a way of getting back at him and killing time, altho I don't expect him to show after all this time. Feel free to slander him at will.

God, if I'm like him any time in the next couple of years, kill me.