I love fireball. That stuff is great, I shouldn't drink it but I love it. Same with rum and diet coke, I love it but shouldn't drink it.
I've been on a bit of a tear since I had to put in two sets and do a partial tear-down between them.
I didn't like that very much, but I put on a good face. I'm a professional and I don't bitch at the venue, or in front of the audience. Shit happens. I understand. Pay me.
So, I've been in quite a mood since then. It's not a bad mood, but it was exceedingly like work - even if I didn't have to carry much. I'm old. I'm tired. Don't fuck with my schedule. And, of course it did...
It comes with the territory. It brings back fucking horrible memories! ;-)
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