It's fun. It's a good time drain. And I feel somewhat creative doing it. It's a three piece where I'm playing the bass. The other two guys in the band have known each other for a while, so their bond is greater to each other than to me. No matter. I'm sometimes the butt of inside jokes, but I guess that's just my lot in life these days. I've been called, "boring" and a "downer." All in good fun mind you, but it still stings, sort of, but I honestly don't care most of the times.
Being a dad and slowing creeping my way up to 40, my skin has become tough like leather. People can say whatever they want to me, call me whatever names they want, and even treat me however they want, but it mostly just rolls right off me. What matters is what my kids say to me, what my wife says to me, and what I say to myself. I've grown into a self-obsessed individual who only cares about my own personal world. Not in a bad way, more because I just don't have time to worry about anything. OR, maybe it's a defense mechanism. Who knows?
In any case, come to the show. Check us out. We're loud like the street Natoma so bring your earplugs.
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