Freakchylde's

The Marine called me today, out of the blue, said he was going to stop by. He didn’t, so I called him back. Two of his numbers no longer work and the business line was hitting the answering machine. Odd, guess I’ll call back tomorrow to see about new numbers. I’m feeling a bit better about some things, and still iffy on others. Tomorrow I begin carting around various band members for ProgPower, and Friday, I get to find out how much my Scotsman might be into my music. This is kinda cool, and kinda scary. Why? Because I’ve begun to view my music tastes as my own little piece of the world that I didn’t share. Now that’s being threatened, but in a good way, I think. Needless to say, this should be interesting, to say the least. After this weekend, we move on to Type O Neg. Somehow, I don’t think that one is going to go over terribly well, but we shall see.