Rotgut

All I want to do is play drums in Cluster Headache, but I can't even get that right. Between my on-again off-again shituationship with one of my band mates, the drinking problem-I-don't-really-have and losing my job along with my will to live... I've kind of botched up my life.

As if things weren't crummy enough I'm being followed by strange creatures that no one else seems to notice. Right before a big show too, that can't be a good sign.

I've got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach about it.