2007 reasons i hate myself... Sometimes

By Feb 2007, i was sick and fucking tired of being responsible for the kingsport work force. I decided that if i saw one more server snort a pill, or pass a sack of grass on premisis I would personally send them home for life, and if my boss didn't back me, i'd leave too. Bear in mind, It doesn't bother me to see people have fun. IT does bother me to see people unable to function because they are fucking strung out on oc's, Especially when they are preparing food. I digress.


Taken Away had just finished our mostly NC world tour, things were looking up, and we were to go record in spring @East KY Sound. By this point we had a small label from Phillie that wanted to put it out for us. So it was a killer feeling. I was the most excited musically that i've ever been in my life.

I was in one of my "i don't party" phases. I used to fall in and out of them. I didn't believe that there was a healthy medium for me. Anyway. It was a bullshit winter. I was sick of being sick, and cold, and miserable. Randy, my dear friend, asked me if i wanted to come to MB and watch slayer with him. So me and joey, armed with about 50 bucks a piece, and some chesse its left after work one night, and drove through the night to Myrtle Beach. Berfore the show we went and ate at some place near the hob. Randy's roommate and his friends got me good and drunk before the show.
I didn't mind.
Slayer were amazing.
The next day upon our arrival to JC. Joey broke edge. In leu of slayer being baddass.
My birthday was a few weeks later. My best friend now thrashed too. We partied for 4 days straight.
On the 5th day, i drove snake eyes to get the oil changed. I turned the radio to 101.5 and i hear
"spent the last year, rocky mountain way, couldn't get much hiiiiiigher"
It made me chuckle a little.

Crystal was working 3rd shift. She didn't seem to mind it. I never had anything to do, and was making better money since i moved my operation back to johnson city, and was working the hideaway and johnny bruscos. I didn't really have anything better to do than to at night than to go out and rage wherever everybody else was raging.
Suddenly i was back in shitheadville. I don't regret it, i don't think.
Taken away wasn't really at the tip of anyone's tounges in the band anymore. John Wes and jeoy had panzer. I was playing in goldenarm, it was a fun time. Joey and i talked about how he was going on ozzfest that year with showdown. Apparently nobody else in the band knew. We played a few shows. After we recorded that ep. and Tried to do a mini tour that May. with gnarwolf, and Lex vegas. We only made it to 2 of the shows. I think it kind of hurt nathans feelings. We couldn't all get off of work tho. I felt bad.
It was honestly a very frustraiting thing for me that i saw everyone and partied with everyone, but nobdy wanted to practice or play shows. Then joey left for ozzfest. I didn't really talk to anyone in TA except johnman.
I went to hang out at the charlotte date with my bro. We got shit hammered off of High life and Jager and started smashing bottles, and heckling this hill full of shitheads trying to get girls to show thier titz.
At one point Kevin talley tried to kick over the porto=john joey was using, that was funny. Then after it got dark, and we smashed more bottles, and raised more hell. The guitar tech from behemoth came out and said "C'mon guys quit smashing fuckin bottles, we gotta drive our busses through this!"
Joey exclaimed "fuck you faggot, don't you worship satan? Well if satan was here with me, he would be smashing bottles and telling you to FUCK YOU!"
I laughed untill i almost cried.

We really didn't play as aband after that. We just burned out together. We went to gatsbys every wed night and did karaoki, and just raged. That year i guess, wasn't a waste tho. I let off alot of steam, and became alot less high strung over the course of that year. All in all, it was a good year.
One day, I woke up with the worst hangover/cold/feellikeshit i could remember. I didn't have any dayquil, so, I Took 2 hits off of my bong, Took a dose of nyquil, drank an energy drink, and went to work to start a double Waiting tables. I was in the fuckin zone.
Then around I'd say 3 pm, crystal calls, hysterical. Thats when i found out I was going to be a dad.
Big things were happening for skeletonpecker at this time. We were jamming holes out, and loving it. That next day joey and I were heading to Skeletonpecker practice, wehn i receive another hysterical phone call that went like this. "i'm pregnant, and you don't care about anything except getting stoned with joey, and acting like a dumbass"
Of course that was one of my favorite things on earth to do, but that wasn't what i cared about, or even thought about. So i had to make the descision tha tover the course of a few months i would substancially cut back on my green intake. I pretty much quit all together.
The rest of my year just revolved around going out when i could, Work, and Work.
Nothing overthetop memorable.

Oh yeah once johnny sixguns thought it would be funny to drop the N bomb from stage at the hideaway. It was so obsecene that even TimDave was pissed off.

It was a good year for shows in jc too. There were alot of metalcore shows, but, alot of new faces started showing up, adn that makes me happy.