My girlfriend that I dated for three years… this is a long story but I’ll make it short and leave out some of the shit that I probably shouldn’t say… She went to San Francisco to visit her father (she lived in Manhattan), and while she was there Nada Surf was playing and that was like our band, you know. We both love them a lot. So she went to see our band play, and she didn’t want to go alone, so one of my friends from San Francisco was around and I told her to go with him and that he’ll show you a good time, and I called him up and asked if he could show her a good time. So he showed her a good time. She cheated on me after three years at a Nada Surf show, which was our band, which is really fucked up. When I found that out, she flew back to New York, I woke up. I didn’t sleep when I found out, I found out over the phone, and I went as soon as it was light out on a train from Long Island into the city. I planned on… I didn’t know what I planned on doing, I was fucking crazy though. I lost it. I’m a pretty mellow guy, and I lost it. I lost it, and went completely crazy for about six months. Her dad called me because I was pretty much trying to beat down her door. I obviously wouldn’t touch a hair on a woman’s head ever, but I didn’t know what I was going to do. I think I was just going to yell or something. I called her and I was like “I’m outside, you need to talk to me” because she didn’t even tell me. I got a text message saying “I’m so sorry”, and I’m like what is this? And then he calls me and tells me. So I actually didn’t get a restraining order, but her dad called and said he was going to get a restraining order and I said I’m not doing anything wrong. I obliviously wanted to just talk to her and hear it from her. Three years, you owe me that much. So I called it “My Second Restraining Order” because it almost was. I had a restraining order when I was 19 for violence.
My girlfriend that I dated for three years… this is a long story but I’ll make it short and leave out some of the shit that I probably shouldn’t say… She went to San Francisco to visit her father (she lived in Manhattan), and while she was there Nada Surf was playing and that was like our band, you know. We both love them a lot. So she went to see our band play, and she didn’t want to go alone, so one of my friends from San Francisco was around and I told her to go with him and that he’ll show you a good time, and I called him up and asked if he could show her a good time. So he showed her a good time. She cheated on me after three years at a Nada Surf show, which was our band, which is really fucked up. When I found that out, she flew back to New York, I woke up. I didn’t sleep when I found out, I found out over the phone, and I went as soon as it was light out on a train from Long Island into the city. I planned on… I didn’t know what I planned on doing, I was fucking crazy though. I lost it. I’m a pretty mellow guy, and I lost it. I lost it, and went completely crazy for about six months. Her dad called me because I was pretty much trying to beat down her door. I obviously wouldn’t touch a hair on a woman’s head ever, but I didn’t know what I was going to do. I think I was just going to yell or something. I called her and I was like “I’m outside, you need to talk to me” because she didn’t even tell me. I got a text message saying “I’m so sorry”, and I’m like what is this? And then he calls me and tells me. So I actually didn’t get a restraining order, but her dad called and said he was going to get a restraining order and I said I’m not doing anything wrong. I obliviously wanted to just talk to her and hear it from her. Three years, you owe me that much. So I called it “My Second Restraining Order” because it almost was. I had a restraining order when I was 19 for violence.
Don't stop rockin' Vinnie. IATA for life
Don't stop rockin' Vinnie. IATA for life