The gig of a lifetime, the big gig.......just slipped out of my fingers..............FUCK!!!

I just got a call from a guy who waz looking for a drummer for hiz cover band, we had e mailed back and forth once of 2wice, finally he calls me tellz me the deal, and that they play 4-5 nights a week, tour the whole east coast a few timez a year opening for some big namez, (Default, Headstones, Nickleback etc) you get the picture, They basically make their living doing this, making $500-$600 a week...EACH, az a cover band. And he soundz super cool, a crystal clear enthusiastic voice, a little older than me, about 29 yrz old, the rest of them are in their 30'z, but who carez az long az I get to do it for a living like I've alwayz dreamed my one and only wish since I waz a kid. One problem.......when looking at his phone number I see that it iz a "519" area code, SHIT!! He'z from Woodstock, I don't have a problem with Woodstock itself, but I Can't get there...... CUZ I DON'T HAVE A MOTHER FUCKIN CAR, DAMNIT!!!!! (let alone a licence to support me driving a motor vehicle.) I literally fell to my knees and wanted to throw the phone through the wall. He wanted me to be hiz drummer, totally enthusiastic and everything. I had it in my grasp, it waz mine. I would have gotten it, I can play anything..........ANYTHING!!! I don't even have a bicycle to pedal my little chicken legz all the way there.

In the end.....he said he'd keep me in mind............Booernz,...... Booernz indeed!!!