I'm tuning up and I see Deb walk in the door, which I knew she would. She circles around the back of the club, sees me, flashes a smile my way. She seems like she's finally in a good mood, and I wonder if she's finally gotten over her little blowup about Louisville. Deb's a good person but sometimes she takes things way too seriously.

I look around. Aaron and Barb are in the back, arguing away, and I wonder how much longer it's going to be before he finally catches on that Carl's fucking her every week. People are so strange sometimes. Carl himself's in the other corner talking to the owner of the club, and I wonder if he's going to write that article he's been talking about because we sure could use it, with this new seven inch coming out next week and all. Carl's a good guy, not like the usual dicks in the rock press.

I think I saw Fran walking around somewhere too. That's good -- maybe she can keep Deb entertained while the set's going on. Deb needs some entertainment, I think.