Excerpt: Colorblind

But I’m through with that shit. This time it’s going to be me in charge. Before, even when I started the band, it was me and somebody else having the idea. That somebody else may as well say “boyfriend” really. Guys with guitars. They may as well be holding their penis. It’s all the same. Skinny jeans and Lou Reed t-shirt. Scratched up, worn Fender. Always hungover. And me looking at them like they’re the answer to all of my wishes. Ha. Just a big fat HA. Not that I’m bitter. I’m sure they could tell you a few things about me. Let’em. I refuse to apologize for kicking them out of the band they helped start. Go play your Heartbreakers covers somewhere else, bub.