Dear Evicted Grog-Blobbers,

There's nothing like getting kicked out of your practice space for something you didn't do.  Really - it's fucking awesome.  I mean it.  Shit, who doesn't want to immediately remove all their heavy-ass equipment from the one place you know it won't get stolen?  I know I do.  In fact, I just did, along with the rest of the band (and a few hired guns).  And the best part - we had nothing to do with it.  None of us kicked over the fucking soda machine with the big sign next to it reading:  DO NOT KICK MACHINE - YOU WILL BE EVICTED!  No, it wasn't us.  We're just the guys who got fucked at the end of the day for someone else's stupidity.  Feels a little like we're getting fucked from all sides recently.  I thought people got paid to get fucked like that, but I guess we're just unwitting fuck recipients with sorry business skills or something.  Maybe we should take this fuckshow to Van Nuys and see how it goes over.  That's where the fucking money's at.  Fuck. 

So, now to the begging.  If anyone out there has a practice space and needs a band to share it with, please let us know immediately.  PLEASE!  We really need one as soon as is humanly possible.  Definitely by the beginning of December.  Who knows?  Maybe this will be a great thing and we'll end up in a space that we could only dream of.  You know what they say - when life hands you a lemon, you might as well throw it at somebody's head, because chances are he was going to fuck you over someday anyway.

Grog Blob Over and Out