i wish that i believed in fate, i wish i didn't sleep so late... i wont fuck us over...

why do i always fool myself into thinking the split crow's power hour is a good idea? At least on this night it ended when i hit some one in the face with his own guitar. unfortunately he was not a member of what ever crappy cover band was playing blue rodeo and celtic medlies and just a victim of my draft fueled bad sense of humour.