Running through a minefield

don't think too much of the header. well... it's been awhile since i last wrote, but meanwhile i think there are plenty of blogs of guys i really know (u know, somethin called real life...) and they blogalot.

Well how I've done so far? As always, really really strange.
WE has been kinda fun, friday some "billige gaudi" at the (?how to say in english?) wind band (?[Musiprob hoit, so a schahs.]
Saturday - jammin with the band, was pretty fun. probably giggin' in november or so. whatever.
Saturday evening: shisha rocks. had to be said.
Then mr. Fano, Mr. Fraunz and Mrs. Natsch came for some gaudi, lateron in the Ju to some good old oldschoolrausch.
The first 2 or 3 hours were really boring. Then some guys joined for some "gaudi", had been really interesting - especially as one of those guys was asked how its goin' for him, the good old Tante Ju syndrome came tumblin down to all those that were at the table: He just said:" Well, ex-wife, 2 children, children live at my place" - Pure silence for a few seconds - just like in a cabaret, everything is funny, until at once somethin disrupts the fun with the hard hammer that can hit u in life - i would call it the "Ju-Syndrome", or u simply could call the Ju the boulevard of broken dreams.

One thing bothered me pretty much - a good friend only were present for those who were on the table for about 2 minutes, then he was gone without sayin' anything. lateron he returned, but after a few minutes the conversation was disrupted by a girl sayin: "Oh, I gotta go to the bank". then silence - "Won't u come with me?". Strange thing about that was that this girl really kinda played with the 2 guys, a good friend of mine and another metal-guy (whatever...)

It bothers me that that friend didn't come to my birthdayparty (he had somewhere else to drink, I'm pretty sure mrs. playin' with him was there, I mean, I know that he is in a really not funny position...) and he is pretty unavailable for anything on the weekends - even in his favourite pub.

Well we all develop further and further, but I'm askin' myself how far it can be done to keep a friendship intact - if u feel like just another guy to drink with, it's no basis for a friendship.

Point.

I just wanna be heard, loud and clear are my words, comin’ from within man
Tell ‘em what you heard, it's about a revolution
In your heart and in your mind, you can find the conclusion
Lifestyle and obsession, diamond rings get you nothin’ but a lifelong lesson
And your pocketbook stressin’, you're a slave to the system
Workin jobs that you hate, for that shit you don't need
It's too bad the world is based on greed, step back and see
Stop thinkin’ bout yourself, start thinkin’ bout

There's no money, there's no possession, only obsession, I don't need that shit
Take my money, take my possession, take my obsession, I don't need that shit