Stomach Shit With Flies

Plain and simple. Before every gig it is a must to fall sick or get some sort of ailment. Its been over a week and i'm still down with the flu and the sore throat and cough. Fuck a fuckin milk cow. 2 more hours before the gig. Great.

This sucks.


---*edit:-

Made it into the finals. Oh thank you God!

This doesn't suck as bad as i thought i would have. So commences the spamming of honey and herbal remedy and tea's and medication in efforts of miracle healing throughout the night to make it tomorrow.

Hopefully i wont sound like a swallowed a bucketful of a concoction of cum-paint-satay sauce tomorrow. This one is for the boys in Mezzo!