Let's skip introductions and get straight to the point. I am in a band. Let's skip the part about my band and get to the next point. A few days ago I was sitting in my good friend Billie's house talking to him and several other great lads. We talked about life and music and eventually I just started talking, and talking, and talking... Then I realized that I was talking to myself. I didn't know where they had gone, but no one was in the room with me anymore. Great friends right? It was at that point when I decided that I should expose the inside of my brain to the world. A moment later I realized how stupid of an idea that was. This struck a passionate debate within myself as to whether or not the world can handle obtaining the contents of my mind. The fact that I was having this debate eventually convinced me that the world being exposed to my sick and disturbed mind could spark many different results, but either way whoever has the time and patients to read all of this is probably someone smewhat like me; passionate, sarcastic, OCD, and a rather massive nerd.

Though this entry is brief and insignificant it will be the first of many. I'm Matt Collins and I am in a band called Reported Failure. There, we finally got around to introductions. You are the reader... Somehow you've stumbled here by accident and have now found that you've wasted a minute of your time reading my drunken ramblings. The joke is on you though because if you haven't pressed the back button by now then you probably are not going to. Although this is probably the most brief entry and the one with the least amount of purpose you are still reading it. So please come back and read more when I actually write something significant. If you've reached this point then I'm probably doing something right... and that aint too shabby.

- Matt Collins