Practice Practice Practice

chris, clay, and i practiced our motel mancini songs monday night. we took our time & made the usual detours, and talked about stuff that was going on. it went alright for the first hour, but then the day caught up with us. i got a sharp pain in one of my knuckles. it was then i noticed the other guys were wincing from their own pops and cracks. when clay said “are we done yet?” chris said “we can be.” and we were.