The greatest part about owning a dog is shamelessly using him as a scapegoat to get out of any and all social obligations just to hang with him. He doesn’t give a fuck, he’s just happy I’m home.
And I’ve never been one to be critical or negative of anyone’s art, especially music, but like maybe tell your guitarist to shut the fuck up and write better riffs before he hops on Twitter with his holier-than-thou, derisive opinions about bands that crawled so y’all could run.
I’ve been out of the music scene for like 3 years now but it never fails to get to me when I see a member of possibly the most generic pop punk/indie band in the scene shitting on bands that were foundational/integral to the scene they are currently a part of.
Seeing all of these angry shitposts toward Bud Light and Jack Daniel’s and all I can picture is Don Draper and Roger Sterling in up in their office chuckling to each other as they count their money, chainsmoke cigarettes, and throw back their 18th drink of the day.
St. Paddy’s is truly a double edged sword because the only reason I’m not insane from yesterday and able to go in for my shift tonight is because I’m still drunk from yesterday.