A random night when married: "Do you really have to play your drums again? You just played them last week!" "Ugh, fine, whatever. I'll be upstairs."

Fifteen minutes later: Basement door opens. Footsteps of doom coming down the stairs. "Are you going to be done soon? I'm trying to watch tv!"

Me: "I'm using the silencers I got there's no way it's that loud. We've already tested this."

"Ya but I can hear the tapping. It's annoying I'm trying to concentrate."

Me: "Use the headphones I bought you."

"Ugh, whatever."

Teenage girl esque storming back up the stairs.

I resume drumming. Having trouble concentrating now. Oh for fuck's sake. Head upstairs, drumming ruined now. What's she watching that's so important anyway? Oh wow some bullshit reality tv show. Surprise surprise.....

"What are you doing up here I thought you were playing drums?"

Me: "Can't concentrate anymore."

"You could have kept playing."

Me "......."

Random night now: Silencers? What silencers? Que up song I am learning (Slayer- Angel of Death). Load YouTube tutorial video for that one part that I cannot figure out on my own. Roll joint. Smoke joint in basement like a man (going outside and hiding like a criminal is for the birds and the married blokes). Sit down on drum throne (aptly named since I am the King of this bitch). Hit play.

Three hours later: That was fun as fuck. Now what should I do?

Goes skating in the backyard ice rink I made for daughter and I

And guys want to get married? WHY?