Greg's bitch flew the coop again, so of course we've been hanging out more lately. He's about to take a nice little 2 week vacation because the government appreciates it when people provide underage kids with a place to get drunk. So I guess they're putting him up for 2 weeks in june in the bahamas with a beach-side view. Johnny is looking at 6-10 for some bullshit. He'll end up pleaing his way out of that and get some sort of harsh-ass probation or something.
Mississippi Mud is the mad notes. I was drinking that shit last night while I rocked my balls with greg on guitar hero 3. We definitely beat that shit on expert. We've almost played through every song, but "Raining Blood" is a bitch. I'm playing on call of
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