Once again the day is saved by the chocolate-vanilla swirl.
Earlier today some guys were yelling at me as I walked through the fine arts center, and I couldn't hear them because Sting was so loud, but they just thought I was ignoring them. It was great.
Apparently we've got ourselves a new fan. My brother just ratted me out about the whole ticket thing, but surprisingly there was no voice-raising on my mother's part, in fact, she might have even chuckled a bit. She must REALLY miss me, cuz that was just odd. I really should be dead right now. Contrary to popular belief, words and tone of voice can kill.
Too bad I'm not in town to see Manteca's former colleague. Someone's wife was supposed to let me know when stuff was going down, but everything's been taken care of. The farzzzz and I left a very annoying message at her place of employment, and just to clarify, it was not I who remembered the number to the band hall. Somebody tell the man I said hey and take care.
I love my mommy,
SEASHELL
