Diary of a Madman

Deer Diary,

Today I am a happy bass player. My keepers, I mean my friends, Colin, Ozkar, and Christian Rawkk let me out my cage, I mean "nice travel case" to let me bash on my 5-stringied thingy in front of reel peeple! We even played real songs, I am so happy. They even let me have an extra slice of Wonderbread, because I didn't break anything or set fire to anything or punch anyone in the soul. I was sad when it was all over though...they put me back into my "nice travel case" and said don't you make any more noise until next weekend, if your gud we might let you out to play at the Ridglea Theater if you are a good ogre, I mean bass player. I am sorry if there any typoes, because as a bassist I sometimes drool and it gets on the keyboard and I can't ytpe so good anyway. But last weekend was real fun and I hope we can see the nice people of Wichita Falls again, but onyl if they promise not to try to paint anyone's toenails again as that is very unogrely, I mean, un-bass playerey.

bye everybody! it's really not so bad in there, Colin gives me water every three days and a little bag to "do my business" in, although i don't know what he means, i don't have any money in dere.