The rumors of my demise were greatly exaggerated... although I got to hear that boring old "you'll never play drums again" bullshit... which is always fun. Anyways, the thing that caused all this concern was a re-injuring of a previous wound... something which I have no recollection of doing. So after a few doctors visits, some poking and prodding, some crazy electrical heat therapy, and lots of ice packs, your humble narrator finds himself back behind the kit and ready to bend some more hoops and rings. Almost every doctor was / is against the idea, but I found one who agrees with me, basically saying that I should do what makes me happy, and beating the shit out of my drum set both makes me happy and keeps me sane. But just like the time before when I had to have my back operated on, all the Dr.'s say that the threat of losing all of my drum playing abilities is always gonna be there... but to that I say PHOOEY! Uhhm, this weekend's show in Phoenix should be fun... we got a great time slot and we're playing on the main stage. I think we're gonna be committing to a Booking Agent pretty soon. What a deal. Special thanks to everyone that cheered me up while all this crap was going on, and to everyone that gave a fuck about me. Last night's practice went pretty good, although I think that the being out of practice thing hurt me more than the actual using of my leg. I have no place to live... my life is a mess... but to everyone else I say HAPPY THANKSGIVING! Heh heh heh...
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