When All Else Fails

Have you ever noticed how drug addicts, alcoholics, underachievers, slackers, bums and layabouts always say, "I'm working on my music" or some variation of that theme?
Whenever I hear someone say that, I hear the word "LOOSAH" echoing in my brain.
Here's a tip. If you are snorting/smoking/shooting an 8-ball a day and playing the same two riffs over and over on your duct-taped Fender until your fingers bleed, that is neither working nor music.
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