All wounds heal with time

Thats what i wrote in an old First Death song.Its been well over 6 months.That constitutes as old.
As some of you may know my ipod plays alphabetically thanks to a fucked screen.I was walking home in the smaller hours of saturday morning an the Ausgang City songs came on.Admittedly i had'nt heard these since we got the cds back,all twenty million of them.It was strange to say the least.I actually really enjoyed the music.I love the style of hardcore we played.I was kind of happy until the vocals came in.Man i fucking hate myself for committing them to recording.I really do.I ruined some perfectly good tracks back then and i can never be content knowing how fucking horrible i sound.Well thats when you can make out what im saying.Some mistakes you never stop paying for eh?

This reminicising started a fucking flood of things that i wish weren't the way things are:
I really miss First Death.I miss the practices and hanging out twith some good dudes.Gav especially.I never get to see that cocksucker anymore.Going back to his house after late practices was the fucking best.Playing Mega Drive roms on his computer till fucking 3 or 4 to get up in four hours to go to work.Some of the best times right there.
I miss going on tour.The two weeks we did in England was possibly the highlight of my life.I was so fucking pumped to play with those dudes(or dicks.I was all dependent on who fucked me off during the day) every night.

Other things get to me too but ill save them for another entry maybe.
For now ill just remember fondly FD and the good things associated with what was involved with it/us.
Forgetting about the recordings :)

While i miss FD im am stoked on my band getting up and running.
Dublin Youth Crew!
Alone In A Crowd covers!
Big crewnecks and Nike shorts!
Windbreakers!
Pile ons!

I want my life back.