A bad ass.
Crazy ass drummer.
Quiet, don't say much type.
When a band mate picks their nose, and ficks it to the floor from their bunk.
When everyone won't shut the fuck up.
When I lose my golf club in a swing.
When a former band mate tries to date my Sister.
When there's a shit load of people who think they're all that and a bag of chips yelling and screaming to get attention when we're trying to get back to the hotel in peace.
When one of my strings on my guitar pops and I can't replace it, but oh well got more guitarsto go around hah.
When we lose another band mate.
Vocals, percussion, back up.
Guitars, back up.
Percussion, back up.
My drum sticks.
My drum sticks, and sense of humor.
My guitar, and my sarcasim.
Myself, my sarcasim, and my sense of humor, along with me being a smart ass.
My bat, and drum sticks.
Myself, as well as I can.