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I didn't walk to gram's, but I did walk home from there, not bad time either, 50 minutes. Was much easier in my boots than barefoot like the other night. I managed to score a ride to the moose from Melissa in her dad's truck. I had to go to the Moose cuz the blank tapes were in my bookbag in my mom's van. I don't know why the bag was in her van, I'm usually good about not letting that thing out of my sight. It took me three and a half hours to make the tapes. I half watched a movie with my gramma but kept having to check on the tapes etc. Every time I opened the bedroom door I'd hear her say something about the noise. "What the hell kinda shit you listen to these days?" NOFX and Jane's Addiction and Jet aren't THAT noisy. She forced a banana on me on my way out and made me promise to take the long, but safer way home because "there are jerks and weirdos out there". I told her that I'm one of those jerks and weirdos, but I took the long way anyway cuz it goes through "downtown" where there are lots of people hanging on the streets and lots of bars to pass, lots of possible trouble to get into. There was no trouble to be had on this night, I figure everyone is saving up for Friday night, nothing like a full moon on a weekend. Note to self: ask Jason if he needs to make a sacrifice or kill somebody due to full moon tomorrow.

I wrote a punk song on the way home, I have music in my head but it sounds too much like the NOFX I been listening to all night so I need to wait before I get chords. It's also kinda long for a punk song, I may need to trim some verses. No choruses though. No name yet.

I knew it was over when you got sober
I knew it was over from the start
But when I saw a mohawk in Canandaigua
I knew I'd love to let you break my heart

I knew you'd end up with your wife again
Though she's been fucking pimps and smoking crack
and she threw away all your shit and wore her wedding dress to court
and you thought she'd never ever take you back

But there's two kids that she's gotta feed
one of which might even be yours
whenever you get a job she'll let you move back in
cuz these days it's hard to trade food stamps for drug scores

I really hope you stay off the sauce
and that you don't start smoking crack
cuz you can't sleep in my bed or on my couch
even if I had kids to feed, I'd never ever take you back

For a fuck buddy you didn't put out enough
for a boyfriend, too much boy not enough friend
maybe this time you'll cut off the receeding mohawk
and be a decent father and husband

I knew it was over when you got sober
I knew it was over from the start
I'll get bored and move to California
to find someone much better to break my heart

So... any good? Leave me suggestions for a name for it.

Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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