bridgecity's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- unforseen risks My current primary band rehearses at the singers house. We play very loudly and sometimes the neighbors complain, but the cops have never come out. I stand directly in front of the front door, my amp blasting away a few feet from the door. Sometimes I have visions of an angry neighbor shooting a shotgun through the door and killing me. Every practice this seems more and more like a plausible scenario. 11:20 p.m. - 2010-03-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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