Of class reunions...

I read a quote from Sebastian Bach & I think it pretty well sums up why I'll never go to a class reunion:

""I think of SKID ROW the same way you might think of picking up your
high-school yearbook. You have affection for what happened 30 years ago,
but you look at the yearbook and you go, 'Oh, cool,' and you shut it,
and it's today.


I don't know those people. It's not sports. It's not like a team."

Bury it, then Live...

Wow, almost 3 months since my last post and a lot has changed. I left PA in late June and got here in Vegas for July 4th. All I have to say is this place knows how to party! When I left PA I left apathetic, I neither loved nor hated it anymore, I just knew I'd never go back again. Finny thing is that after almost 2 months I really don't miss it at all. When I left it behind I left all the misery, all the people, and all the b.s. behind with it. When I planned to move out here last year I should've done it. I would've avoided a lot of crap I didn't have to go through. But hindsight is always 20/20 isn't it?