my bass professor sent me a message today.

he said that he was great in his new town, teaching music and literature to people on rehab (Oh, my god, he is teaching to people full of addictions, when he could be here, teaching me... ME, the heir of Paul Mccartney)...

well, he also said that he was happy because his new place was so quiet and nice, and blah blah blah blah...

what does it mean? It means that he never, but never, but never in a million years will come back to Buenos Aires. Ok, probably i'm overreacting, but not too much, so i'll never have my bass lessons again.

There is no doubt at all that we hate it when our friends become sucessful... 

yeap, my dear, Morrissey is right as usual. 

he did it again.