Yeay!!!

Today on the way back home I though of something that made me smile, ya know besides all the normal things. Since it's looking like I may be moving into a new house with in the month, I may have had the cops come pay me a visit for loud guitar for the last time. There always nice about it, and just ask me to turn it down but I don't want them coming to visit unless they bring beer or cake. Those are the rules. I pretty much use the guitar as a treatment for depression. Ya know, something about loud, distorted, fuzzy noise with lots of bass makes things seem just a little better. :P Anyway I'll let ya know on the house thing.