When I was in the 7th grade, my class had a science fair. It was a big deal project that dragged on through an entire semester. At this time, I was a pretty crappy student. For whatever reason, I just didn't do any homework. There were all sorts of progress assignments that we had to do and I did none of them. In retrospect, I was a real asshole. The stuff was easy, but that isn't the point. The point is that I won the science fair. I did my entire project in the final week; research, results, and presentation. The judges were brought in from the outside, so they didn't know what a jerk-off I was. I won the science fair and for that reason got a "C" in that class rather than a big fat "F."

About a month ago I had some of my music played on "Hear, Here" a show on the illustrious killradio.org. DJ Marc asked if I wanted to play a show, and I said "Okay, I'll try to put together a band."

I never heard back from him so I figured he wasn't interested in Mr. Half Ass and his Sloppy Rock Music Ensemble. However, on a Thursday I got an email from Marc: "Please confirm your time for Sunday."

Oh...Shit.

In three days I assembled a band, had a rehearsal, and played the show. The next night we played again to fill in a cancellation. I'd been trying to start a band, basically since I was born, and up until this point I was unable to do it. I guess all I needed was a deadline.