I'm sitting in New Brunswick. It's 8:14 in the morning. I can't sleep.

Am I on tour? Sort of. I'm almost as broke as I am on tour, but in this case, no, I'm not on tour. I'm just meandering around the country. Aimless in many ways.

I (like many I assume) have traveled to see the Ergs play out their last few breaths. I've also decided to take use of this blog thing. It surely can be be used for entertainment of some sort/I finally got the stupid password for the myspace after being in the band for 3 years. Maybe it's lethargy.



So, when you're guitar player lives in new jersey, and your drummer "lives" in portland it's completely practical to write and record a new album right? You guys make life easy.

Anywho, I miss my buddys back in denton. I've got five more days till I hop on a greyhound and meet certain doom.




<:3=)~
Bill.

p.s.
Who the fuck is Sir Stokus?

Good Bye Jamie Ewing
Not a friend, but a HUGE fan.