AT least you still have your trumpet. You play it a lot. You go to open mutant jazz jams at coffee houses and play. Your inherent sadness makes folks feel sorry for your puppy dog face. You form a weepy band with others who only feel alive when they play. The band is called Cookielore. It's you on trumpet, Belidor Jusk on drums and percussion. And then there's Uber Pench on synth. That's the starting line up anyway. Uber is contemplating suicide so you never know when he shall LEAVE the band.