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"Where are we? Are we in El Paso?"
I had looked at the maps before we left Lake Havasu. It was going to take all night to get to Texas. We didn't have a show the next day so I guess it really didn't matter.
"No, we're in San Antonio."
Holy crap. I called my Mom. "You should really call your Dad."
And so I did. I told him we were in San Antonio for a day and that we could probably hang out. An hour later he drives up in a nice SUV. I hated SUV's. Still kind of do. It's just one more symbol to me that he's a "family" man to his new wife and not to me or my sister. Jake and Sweitzer come with me for some support. We get to the house and I meet Mary Jane, his new wife. She's older, Hispanic and extremely uncomfortable. I don't blame her. She asks the obvious questions. "Have you gone to school?" "What kind of music do you play?"
A little later, we get the rest of the dudes to go to my Dad's favorite Mexican restaurant in the San Antonio area. As usual, it seems as if my Dad has a couple of best friends there. It makes me wonder if he actually does or if that's the way he really is.
We're all starving so we whorf everything down in record time. The conversations were brief but still had good effort to them. I sat there a part of the conversations but I still wasn't used to this. The day before, I was in the sweltering 120 degree heat of Lake Havasu playing a show where we just killed it and I was on top of the world. Now I was just an 18 year old kid who honestly hasn't grown up yet, even though I was traveling the country playing rock and roll (is that even a grown up thing to do anyways?) who just sat there, half of what this man, Anthony Nanes, made. Sitting there, trying to pretend I didn't partially hate him for leaving. I hated it even more that he seemed a little weird for paying for my food since I was dead broke.
We get back to the hotel to drop the other guys off and Jake, Sweitzer and I go back to my Dad's. Other family members of Mary Jane come over and it's just awkward and wrong. They were watching preseason football which I would normally partake of but I had laundry to do and I had to get directions to the next show. A good excuse to get away from the awkwardness.
The next day, nothing was resolved. Off we go to Austin, Texas to continue the tour and I still feel empty. Nothing happened the way I wanted to in my mind. I wanted him to break down and cry and apologize but he's always been too proud for that. I wanted to confront him but I'm too much of a wuss for confrontation for that.
Another conversation left open ended.
I had looked at the maps before we left Lake Havasu. It was going to take all night to get to Texas. We didn't have a show the next day so I guess it really didn't matter.
"No, we're in San Antonio."
Holy crap. I called my Mom. "You should really call your Dad."
And so I did. I told him we were in San Antonio for a day and that we could probably hang out. An hour later he drives up in a nice SUV. I hated SUV's. Still kind of do. It's just one more symbol to me that he's a "family" man to his new wife and not to me or my sister. Jake and Sweitzer come with me for some support. We get to the house and I meet Mary Jane, his new wife. She's older, Hispanic and extremely uncomfortable. I don't blame her. She asks the obvious questions. "Have you gone to school?" "What kind of music do you play?"
A little later, we get the rest of the dudes to go to my Dad's favorite Mexican restaurant in the San Antonio area. As usual, it seems as if my Dad has a couple of best friends there. It makes me wonder if he actually does or if that's the way he really is.
We're all starving so we whorf everything down in record time. The conversations were brief but still had good effort to them. I sat there a part of the conversations but I still wasn't used to this. The day before, I was in the sweltering 120 degree heat of Lake Havasu playing a show where we just killed it and I was on top of the world. Now I was just an 18 year old kid who honestly hasn't grown up yet, even though I was traveling the country playing rock and roll (is that even a grown up thing to do anyways?) who just sat there, half of what this man, Anthony Nanes, made. Sitting there, trying to pretend I didn't partially hate him for leaving. I hated it even more that he seemed a little weird for paying for my food since I was dead broke.
We get back to the hotel to drop the other guys off and Jake, Sweitzer and I go back to my Dad's. Other family members of Mary Jane come over and it's just awkward and wrong. They were watching preseason football which I would normally partake of but I had laundry to do and I had to get directions to the next show. A good excuse to get away from the awkwardness.
The next day, nothing was resolved. Off we go to Austin, Texas to continue the tour and I still feel empty. Nothing happened the way I wanted to in my mind. I wanted him to break down and cry and apologize but he's always been too proud for that. I wanted to confront him but I'm too much of a wuss for confrontation for that.
Another conversation left open ended.