Razor Mick will be gone a while

Sorry it took so long to write this post.
On December 9, Mick took a "job" without talking to any of us about it.
In the early morning hours of December 10, the man stabbed Mick six times and left her for dead in a dumpster behind an abandoned warehouse.

Later that morning some kids found her.

Last night she was finally moved from intensive care into a regular room.

The guys and I would like to thank everyone that's been kind to her on her blog here. I can't tell you if Mick will be back, but I can tell you that she's going to live.

And a special thanks to Renegade Evolution. She's mentioned you, and I think, when she's up to it, she'd like to keep in touch.

Digger

Something Else

Okay, so I've been thinking about the shit I stirred up over the selling thing. I know what went down, and I'm cool with it. Things are going to remain pretty much how they were, cept the guys are going to let me know if someones paid for me so I don't get ideas.

We've got a gig tonight, so I'm not going to be around much today. We're heading over to Cool's to wrap up practice on one of the new songs I wrote. Then I'll come back and change for the show.

If I sound a little down, it's just that I feel like life slapped me upside the head. Or I need more coffee.

I don't even feel like telling anyone to fuck off.

Heh

So I kinda took Renegades advice and I went off on Digger and Horndog for selling me without my knowing.

I really went at them too. Kinda lost control of myself and was waving my arms and screaming.

Once I ran out of steam the guys made me sit down. Then they talked to me.

Seems that the selling thing was my idea one night. The guys tried to talk me out of it, but I insisted.

I just don't remember cause it was Spin's birthday and we were drinkin shots of tequila.

So, um, I don't know what to say except I fucked this one all up.

FUCK ALL OF YOU

I think.

Fuck if my head isn't fucked up right now.

Last night I told you I was going to look for Edge. I really liked that guy, thought we had something going there.

I'd just spotted him at the Station when Horndog grabs me and hauls me over by the back door.

You are not going to fucking believe what he told me.

I always felt real good towards the guys for making sure I had a roof over my head, and food in my cupboards. Now I know how they were paying for all this shit.

THEY'VE BEEN SELLING ME! Fuckin Edge paid for the fuck. God damn it.
I don't give a rats ass about the guys charging and all, I'm just pissed they didn't tell me about it.

Don't know what I'm gonna do now. If I'm gonna do anything at all. Gotta think about that. What a headfuck.

Hot Damn

I am so fucking happy right now. I FEEL GOOD, even though there ain't a specific reason I should.

I'm going out to the Station tonight, and I'm hoping to hook up with Edge. Or someone.

Yesterday was pretty much ate up with practice. We tried out some of the new songs I'd written, and they didn't suck near as bad as I expected them to. Digger even said he was impressed!

Now I'm off to scrounge for something to eat. I'd tell ya'll to fuck off, but I'm in too fucking good a mood for that.

Mind your own fucking business!

What the fuck makes people think they can run other peoples lives???

You know, I'm minding my own damn business, buying some beer and frozen pizza's at the Safe-way, when some bitch of a woman comes up to me and tells me it's the Lord's day.

So I asked her if he wanted some pizza and beer too.

She makes a face at me and says that I should be home cooking a decent meal for my family and not indulging in sinful shit instead. Well, she didn't say shit, but you get my drift.

Who the fuck is she? The diet police?

And what fucking family would I be feeding?

Fuck It!

Okay, I've fucking tried it your way, now I'm going to do it MY WAY.

I'm gonna party when I want. I'm gonna fuck when I want. I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want to, you got that???

From now on, I'm gonna get out there and LIVE.

You don't like it? FUCK OFF!!!