Well, it's like this. It's really late, at least for me, so I just can't do it tonight. Too much. Too many years. Too much cheap beer. Too many faces. But it was the nineteen-nineties, and we hadn't even heard of the internet. And then we went to CBGB's and thought, gee, I guess this is it. No, it wasn't. And we went to many cities with many bars and many restrooms and many unspeakable things happened. And many things we don't even remember, I'll bet. And the next thing you know, it's ten years later. i don't even remember the band breaking up, it seems like we just stopped playing for some reason or another. I guess it was all the booze and the drugs and the women and the hard luck, the bad luck, nobody really talks about the bad luck when it gets you right there - in the middle of the gut, like the wind was knocked out of you. The luck that makes you stop looking in the mirror. The luck that makes you want to just go to sleep.
