Well here's the deal: I lost Grohl. Sometimes, when I'm up on stage, rockin out with my cock out, I just can't really think about anything except...well...myself. And how awesome I am when I rock out. Hair flowing, scarves glistening in the plastic fake candle glow of the bethesda nightlife, guitar flailing as i take it to every X-TREME. But yeah, in the midst of my amazement with myself, I lost track of Grohl. He was sitting at the bar when I last saw him, but after that..GONE. No texts, no cute messages written in lipstick on the bathroom mirror, nothing.
The silence was awful. Eventually though, I started to adjust to it. I just played extremely loud covers of Styx hits and it helped to drown the pain.
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, when lo and behold, I found Grohl. He was being kinda silly and I'm pretty sure it's not actually him, but hey, whoever it is, he does an AWESOME grohlpersonation. He actually is a lot less moody and argumentative than the real Dave! I'm so happy to have my friend back.
