this is a song I wrote about life...

After the sumo tourny, we found ourselves at Murphy’s Irish Pub. We arrived at around 7 and were somewhat put off by the two piles of vomit outside the bar. The waitress explained that the St. Patrick’s Day festivities had been a little crazy on Friday night. Still, it was Sunday. One would think that 2-day old vomit is bad for business. Apparently not.
It turned out that 7 was a little early for the Murphy’s crowd. We were the only customers in the bar but that didn’t stop us from tearing it up. We borrowed a beat-up acoustic guitar and ripped with Neil Young covers and Moose originals. The Irish waitress asked if we were Canadian. She said we were having way too much fun to be American… (I think what she meant to say was that Canadians are bigger booze hounds)


loving Moose's guitar face...I imagine he wore the same expression when the staples were going in.