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Published Thursday, March 02, 2006 by one of four Young Guns | E-mail this post

Either this will work or it won't. And although the above may prove otherwise, there's nothing scarier than improv.
So either this won't work or it will. These three guys, the ones who've been holding down the fort, they've grown in ways I can't imagine. Arlen alone looks like he's gained about twenty pounds, fat fuck. The reparte, the wit, the banter, all of that involves something like instinct and I've been indistinctly absent for a while now. But friends, I mean your good friends, that never changes, I know I never have to worry about getting from the airport into town. And on stage on Saturday night, if I falter, or let the slippery things slide, I know my friends will be there to pick me up, and take me home.
So guys, this motherfucker's for you.
See you on stage Steve-o! I look forward to it.
Peace and Love
Steve, you know I will always be there to pick up your slippery things. On stage or not.
Nice try Steve. You totally photoshopped your head onto my body. Tricked everyone but me.
I can't wait to see you man. Saturday night will be great.
Well done!
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