so i go the church today to practice playing the drums. because hey i might get to play this year! when i arrive the other drummers are already there. we exchange common banter for a few minutes when the infamous first string drummer says " when (name withheld) starts coming to church me and him will switch of so i can play for the adults"
i reply "we already have three drummers (two of which never get to play) you can switch out now"
"i didnt know you guys wanted to play"
i responded with laughter. in fact i havent laughed a more bitter or cynical laugh in years. all we (the second string, as we lovingly call ourselves) have talked about the last two months is how badly we would like to play but are never able because no one lets us.
i hate you all
im sure a lot of people will read this and think i am feeling sorry for myself. i am, thank you very much. if i cant vent my pent up rage and insecurity on my diary where can i?
10:01 p.m. - 2002-03-07
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