on my time

On My Time
The best and worst two days of my life took place at Bogarts with my band
Radioactive Weasel last month. We had practiced daily for near three
years, and our group decided to pull together again and enter "The Battle
of the Bands." This was the first time we sparingly paid fifty dollars to
perform anywhere. All the other competitions we had entered were mail in
tapes and then wait for a response. We got out of bed at five in the
morning, then raced to our drummer's house. Loaded on uppers, practiced
four and a half hours to perfect our original songs, we were to play that
night.
Pumped and ready to get started we packed the van with our drums and
guitars then started our journey to Clifton for our show. As usual, we
got there way to early, so we did what any fun seeking under aged
musicians would do. We searched the allies and found a half passed out
drunk and took him to the local bar, then got a few beers each before the
show. We then ret...