THE END! Finally.

The moral of the story of course is, David Deery is never right.

The story? Yes, I’m sick of it as well.

I’ve beaten this dead horse so long I can’t remember when I killed it, or if I even killed it at all, or if it was already dead when I found it and just said fuck it, here’s a dead horse I think it would be cool to beat on it’s dead horse carcass for a while.

Shit, I don’t even know if this horse is even a horse it’s beaten so badly, but once again, very long story shortened for one last post,

I was booked to perform at the Soundcloud company party.

I thought it would suck.

I WAS WRONG.

I thought it would suck because I knew the Soundcloud people were a bunch of cocky dickheads.

I WAS WRONG.

I thought doing stand up on a boat and making fun of guys fishing would suck.

I WAS WRONG.

Ok, I get it, I was wrong about the Soundcloud party, so the next day when I stumbled randomly onto a bunch of people heading to a secret festival where the only information was simply, no phones, no tents, no cameras, no rides home and no more information, I thought, Well, hell, I was wrong about the Soundcloud party, maybe this will be awesome.

And my FOMO kicked in.

FOMO is a deadly disease.

FOMO: Fear Of Missing Out.

I thought, “This festival might be amazing. Maybe Mode Selector is doing it.”

For once in my life I thought something was going to be good.

I WAS WRONG!

I thought no one would threaten to sacrifice me.

I WAS WRONG!

I thought at the very least the worst the music could be was Techno.

I WAS WRONG!

I thought a lot of things, and I was wrong about all of them.

So there you have it. The moral of the story is that I’m always wrong.

Always.

Never listen to me. Never take my advice and for Christ’s sake, PLEASE don’t ever follow me to a festival!

Now, that all being said, I have to get ready for my stand up show tomorrow night that I am certain will suck and be the worst thing you’ve ever seen in your life.

THE FUCKING END!