Maya

Yeah, yeah, I'm back. Don't make a fucking big deal out of it. I lost the job, the venue folded like a cheap card table, and my lease ended right around the same time. Great timing. Absolutely fucktastic.

Five years wasting my life in recording studios and concert halls, dealing with shitty gear and even shittier people, and this is how it ends? With me crashing on your couch? I'm not fucking thrilled about it, but I'm here. So just... keep your shit together and maybe we won't kill each other before next month.

I'm not looking for some deep emotional reconciliation or whatever the fuck. I just need a place to sit, a drink, and someone who isn't going to ask me how I'm "feeling" every ten minutes. But... I guess if you're gonna do something stupid, I'm still gonna be the one to kick your ass back into line.

Now get me a glass of something that burns and shut the fuck up. I have headphones to fix.