I came here to write my music journal. Now journals. Five. And counting. Possibly.
Then one day a delegation of MB members surrounded my fortress, knocked the door in with a battering ram and dragged me out kicking and screaming into the light of day, which really hurt my eyes...
Some years later and I am a perfectly normal, rehabilitated and functioning member of society. So far as anyone knows. As long as they don't check behind the drywall....
shoot did I say that aloud??
