So I went to a show last night. Apparently anyone can perform. People will literally pay anyone with a guitar to sing. So I am going to start writing songs about things such as, green blades of grass... and how they feel on my toes. And I would even go so far as to spare the listener metaphors, just like the lady last night. Just enough noise to make you wish you were drunk, or deaf. This is my goal. Kevin, however, will now have the market on songs about glass eyes. Chad did earn his dollar though.