Dear Diary,
What began as an amicable night soon soured. Apparently "everyone is out to kill him". I reiterated what I said, that I've been shot at thrice times, if someone shot him, he would know about it. Mentalist. I used to think I was crazy until I met Uncle and Harry. They're all f- mental. No-one around here has one screw fully tightened. Life is strange but I am not. I wish I hadn't have come here. Some BS documentary is on radio 2. What a bunch of BS. I never liked reggae or ska, I'm a Bluegrass boy. That old-timey high and lonesome sound, not 'the other side'. I also really believe in it too. The faith. So many old-timey players (such as Gulliver) love only the sound, whereas I really live Bluegrass music, mean each word I sing. No pretending. The real-deal, genuine article. A true believer.
Maximus Fleximus.
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