There's a band at my house. Three of them have been here since Wednesday, and the rest of them came in Friday night. They eat a lot. We keep on having to go to the grocery store to stock up on more milk, sweet tea, and food. The drummer is playing his drums..............in the house. The guitar players are playing electric guitars in the garage and they have really big speakers that carry sound throughout the neighborhood. I wonder when the cops are going to show up at the door. We probably won't even hear them knock. The ones who weren't busy yesterday watched TV the whole afternoon and night -- the same show the whole day. The merch guy uses my computer pretty much anytime he's awake. My daughter came yesterday so she's sleeping on an air mattress in our room since her room has been taken. The band will be here for a few more days.
This is my life and I love it. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Book: Sacred Ground Sticky Floors
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