Computer trouble, stuff.

My computer decided to be difficult and hold all my music that I love to listen to hostage. Though I still buy CDs, this made it hard to listen to stuff while I type. Also, I wasn't able to type anything. And I have a script due Sunday. Which I will be finishing this weekend now that my computer is back in action. In that time, the Goons did two shows. Not sure how many we'll be doing anytime soon, as Monty is having a baby in July, so we'll be taking a break. I do have two musical projects I'm working on. I have to get back to typing. Excuse me. -paul

So I seriously thought I was going to die.

Dropped a cast member off. Headed home. Looked for a place to park. Got to an intersection, stopped. Someone else pulled up, i got there first, so I went through. The other car, some silver beater sports car that hasn't been stylish in quite a while with a big dent in the front right side, gunned it. Then he stopped as I went past him, and honked his horn. He turned to follow me. I went around the block and he kept honking his horn. I was a half block away from my place and I'm being followed. All I'm thinking about is I hope he doesn't start shooting. I can't imagine what his beef was. I stopped. He did that thing where he stopped at the end of the curb and not the stop sign before the crosswalk, like a lot of people do. I stop at the stop sign. Anyway, I stop at the stop sign nearest and now he's at my bumper. I go through the stop sign and he goes through with me, I guess me stopping meant he could go through with me, like a funeral procession. Like MY funeral because he's going to KILL me.