The only time I ever like things that I’ve written is when I find them after forgetting about them for so long, that it feels like I’m reading someone else’s work. At that point, I can stop picking it apart and laugh at it like a true narcissist!

Fun fact: a few days after this went up, the actual drummer of the actual Poison tribute band I had seen that weekend sent me a mean message on Facebook, asking me to take down his picture so people wouldn’t think he actually wrote it. How he found it at all on the internet, is still BEYOND ME.