A couple of unforeseen things have happened which I feel the need to tell you about:
My “getting the car ready for the trip” check-up is costing me almost $700 - about three times as much as I expected. Replacing the timing belt and serpentine belts - as well as a whole set of new tires - caused the minor check-up to turn into some major maintenance, lest I wind up in Montana with a blown engine.
My credit card company that TOLD ME I was gonna get a credit increase is now demurring. I’ll be complaining to them about this, and I think it is simply an oversight, but who knows when it will get in place?
Things at the office lead me to believe my job security is in grave jeopardy. This is not anything I am responsible for, I must add, but the nature of the music biz, and it effects everyone I work with as well as myself. And certainly, if what I fear does come to pass, a thousand dollars + more of debt will not be good to deal with.
Adding these things up and I come to a grave conclusion… I cannot afford to do this.
I am really sorry to all of you who were nice enough to offer your homes and local sites with me. I know I was going to have a blast, and I vow that someday before I die, I WILL DO THIS somehow.
Unfortunately, as it has finally gotten into my thick skull, this is not the time I can.
I hope nobody is mad at me… I feel sick about this, I really do. I wouldn’t have planned all of this if I didn’t think I could go.
I hope I’m not destroying any concrete plans you might have had, and I hope this is sufficient notice to cancel if I am.
Sorry it turned out this way man! I was looking forward to having christmas with satan!
Anyway, You are welcome at my place anytime… just tell me when.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
Well that’s a bummer, and I’m sorry to hear it; but ya gotta take care of business first. Look at it this way, you’ve got a great goal now for the future.
Keep all your planning material and maybe when the weather and job situation improve you’ll be able to use it anyway.
“Some people are worried about the difference between right and wrong. I’m worried about the difference between wrong and fun.”
~P.J. O’Rourke~
The music business is going through a bad cycle? Probably due to rap. Hmmm. Rap lyrics are unspeakably vile and evil. Now, who would write such horrible lyrics? Could it be…Satan!
So we’re any backup provisions made, the appointment of a vice-Satan as it were, to take Brian’s place in case he is unable to perform his duties?
And you think he’s disappointed? I was planning to loot his apartment in his absence, strip it to the bare walls, and sell all his worldly possessions on Ebay. (For his own good, mind you, to help him get a “fresh start”.)
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