Oh, Monday

Dear Bishop Allen,



When my friend and I show up for your show at 8 o'clock and you don't go onstage until 10:45, it's irritating. At least you had a sign posted out front with the schedule so we could go back to her car and sleep in the cramped bucket seats for 60 minutes. It was really great curling up so my kidneys pushed into my lungs while I tried not to think about how desperately I needed to pee. Glad we made the effort to get there on time!

Thanks again, guys!

Love,
Me

P.S. The mouth accordion you guys used did redeem you somewhat. As did your adorable Harry Potter guitarist.