I spoke to Randy on the phone this morning. He played drums yesterday and got paid for it. "Dad says that now I'm a professional rock star like him!" he told me. I kept my sarcastic remarks about child support to myself.

We bought Randy his first set of drums when he was two years old. This was his room when we lived at the "airplane graveyard". Cartoons on the wall compliments of Dave. Taz used to give Randy nightmares though. We eventually had to cover him up with a dresser.
"If you have poo, fling it now"
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