Just last week, our good freind Phil(A.K.A Revered BustaPheara) left on a journey that we admire and envy. His quest is noble(maybe not as noble as making $100k by the time your 27, but not every one can reduce themselves to corporate prostitution in that short time). He has decided to walk the entire Appalachian trail, an arduous journey taking him through 14 states and over 2,000 miles. Why does he do it? Well, I don't really know. I was too drunk to remember to ask him the last time I saw him. Having known Phil for quite some time, I can only concede this: The birth of a new music.
Phil has always been known in our circle as quite the electric guitarist, performing lightning fast runs at the drop of a hat, with note for note perfection. I believe his quest, originating in Georgia and ending in Maine, will be a that of a musical sponge. The great Phil has finally found his limits with hardcore metal, and wishes to expand. He feels pity on those who know nothing else but folk, bluegrass, and other such arcane music styles. He will forge a new music, one of electricity softened by the woes of the country folk.
But, I must digress. Whatever the reason for phils daring, if not pointless journey, he has entrusted to me, Tony "the animal" Schmitt, the telling of the tale. Whenever and however he can, he shall send word of his adventures. I shall, without bias or editorial, recant his story to you.
until then, dear piglets, until then.
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Hot dog, I can't wait!
But um, you need to use spell check. Your typing is almost as bad as my old boss's.
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