Well, if nothing else, at least this applicant isn’t a homeless person who followed me home. I apologize for the title, but that was honestly what she called it. Also, apparently I have a maid. And a drum kit. This new house is full of surprises.
This is the third installment of our ongoing series of Open Auditions. Any interested parties must first submit a 500 word essay detailing what Remembrance Day means to them. Talk to me once you’ve deconstructed the metaphor of the Poppy.
This is extremely weird for me, but Josh has been gone for weeks now, and I can’t hide forever. I don’t know where he went, or if he’s ever coming back, but I know he wouldn’t want the band to suffer the consequences of our disagreement… of my mistake. I know it will never be the same without him, but there’s not much I can do. I will try to post a new video soon. It still hurts too much at the moment.
Also, while I’ve been heavily distracted by these issues, I haven’t been completely hidden under a rock. A recent passing has had a very personal impact on Said Saviour’s Cock, and I would be remiss not to pay my respects.