most people dont mind if you sing along. but they do mind if you keep singing after the music has stopped. i dont understand that. it is sooooo much more difficult to sing along when there is no accompanyment. people should be nicer about those things. or they shouldnt let people drink four kamikazees and three beers on an empty stomach. on a friday night. while being pummeled with love the patented dual guitar attack. got to the place and had no money but fortunately there was a seven eleven across the street, but the weird thing was the atm was no longer just an atm, it was a complete mind body soul experience. you could buy fucking power tools on that shit, you could apply for a loan, you could give blood, you could do your taxes, you could register for the draft, and yes, you could also get cash, but getting there took a masters degree. all i wanted was a pepsi. which reminded me that there was once a time when they had video games in the seven eleven. it was a simpler time. a time when someone could smoke a cigarette in a bar if they wanted to, or ride a bicylce without a helmet, or could turn on the radio and actually hear a song that wasnt about nuclear disarmenment. a time when movies were just five dollars and weed was just thirty five and ounce. american. tsar rocked so hard that everyone was singing afterward. everyone was jumping around hugging each other because the prophesy had been realised, the chalice had been lifted, and the mead had been drained. rock and roll had come back for its step child and the boy had become a tsar and said yo. yo motherfucker the step child said. fucking yo up in this damn peice.