Feed us a Fetus.

[Gina]

Now, here I am. With a life going for me in the metal industry, creating a name for myself as a metal music journalist. Promoting, reviewing, interviewing, etc etc etc. And I can't get up and leave and take a hiatus to go travel again. I wont let myself abandon my responsibilities like that. Though I think about traveling every day, I know that wasn't the life meant for me. I can't find security in insecurity.

But I still have my fiddle. And I'm still playing. Not as often as when I was on the road, but it still happens. And I still suck. And I still have the songbook that Fungus let me copy. Teaching myself sucks ass, I still can't call out any notes and I always end up putting it back in it's case and getting discouraged. My desire to master this fine beauty is far stronger than my self-assurance. And the fact that I am getting so frustrated with myself is getting in the way. Blah blah blah... woe is me. Fuck. Mind you, I'm hungover. Stupidwhiskeyrumvodkaacidcombination! Never. Do. That. Again.

I miss Fungus. I'd like to see him again.

Mutant fest is right around the corner. I will be there. I hope to see many folk there as well.