FaThEaD

Everyone has a fire in them. For some it is in the belly, For others it is in the forehead. I remember one time a group of guys tried to steal our bassists ibanez by stuffing a twelve pack of michelob into his case and sending us out the door. We called the cops, kept the beer and got the bass back to boot. It was the evening that Guns n Roses where playing Phoenix we were playing the Sun Club [or the silver dollar] and Duff and the drummer from the Cult [can't for the life of me remember his name] pulled up in a gray limousine. They each did a shot and left. Two blondes under each arm. I was on stage pounding out some tinky rendition of the dead boys - sonic reducer. And we pissed off the band preceeding us because they knew who was going to be there. We didn't. Big surprise. we inadvertantly stole somebody's thunder without realizing it. It's all good. Life is way too short to be pissed off all of the time, it is also way to short to get the short end of the stick all of the time and that happens.

I have poked old wounds out of curiousity. And we all know what curiousity did to the cat.

Peace.