Yesterday/Last night was fucking epic. Had a kick ass day with the band meeting everyone and getting our professional photography done (and hiking like a motherfucker/watching Chuck almost puke LOL) at Minnehaha Falls. Ended up being borrowed a NICE USA Dean Razorback with EMGs to do band stuff with (thanks a LOT by the way, Chuck! \m/,) and when I got home a WHOLE bunch of personal shit happened ending up in me staying up until a good 6 in the morning dealing with all of it/helping the ones I love that were affected by varying personal life threatening problems out. With the band, everything is going COMPLETELY to plan.. Everyone clicks amazingly together, and we're going to be practicing 3-5 nights a week, and busting our ASSES off. HUGE, HUGE things are in store for us.. And we have some HUGE plans in the works, ontop of releasing our new CD. Ontop of that, my parents and I will most likely be losing the apartment due to some very unforeseen turning of events (mom got a DUI, fees associated are going to break us.. Parents live from check to check, and hardly make it by doing that,) so I don't know what's going to stem from that... Now, I'm left with a choice between the band, and a recent (VERY HIGH PAYING) job offer from my Uncle Joe, working on boats up north in Minnesota, to help pay for these unfortunate times, and hopefully 'save' my family. Reason why I have to choose? I'll be leaving home for 3-4 days at a time, and it's going to suck up a LOT of my personal life, which will definitely put a hamper in/end to band efforts. The first time in my life, I get an opportunity to chase my dreams with full and justified reason.. And shit gets thrown at me. I'm not bitching, but I will say I truly understand now what everybody means when they go on about 'serious life choices.' I'm going to be doing a LOT of fucking thinking. Mind = Blown.
What should I do, guise?
What should I do, guise?