sometimes i get so high, i shit clouds.
the saturday before last, i drove up to austin to see dax riggs play in a tiny room called the continental club.
the show was at midnight.
i left at seven.
as i drove the peaceful drive, i decided i would smoke most of my medication, figuring there would be less to eat if the boys in blue could sniff me out. i would be unofficially drunk later, as well, so there were no worries. (if you're wondering, i don't just listen to the music, i consume it. the enhancement creams just allow for easier manipulation of the brain waves :D)
when i arrived, there was a magical parking spot that appeared directly behind the open back door of this 'club' just as i turned the corner. i somehow had time to circle around and parallel park the right way on the street without any other cars bothering me. very weird given the number of people around.
i had me half a doob before walking around to the front door, where i received a happy little skull stamped on me hand.
pleasantly stoned and on to phase two. 'una lone star, por favor.'
while i ordered, there was this little dude in front of me who payed for his beer, turned around, looked at me, and just stood there, staring.
i looked over and said, 'what's going on, dax?'
'nothing much', he said.
not wanting to appear 'the fan', i downed my beer and walked outside for a cig.
little did i know...
nowadays, i don't smoke them unless i drink, which is getting pretty rare. so, adventuring alone, i figured the spare pack in my drawer with the two smokes in it would be plenty for the night.
he followed me out and actually asked me for one.
i didn't think about it as he took it from the pack, but now that i was lighting it,
i realized he had taken my last fucking cigarette.
(why is this such a shitty thing?)
so be it.
see, i never met him before.
to just drive to a different city (comfortably) and have a beer, a smoke,
and impossibly familiar small talk with a fucking legend is quite fucking legendary.
but eventually, one of the venture brothers walked up, shoved a camera in my hands and smiled.
so back to the bar for more beer.
the first band wasn't bad at all, though i seem to have forgotten their name.
my kingdom for the good tunes.
they be playing 'em... and i be smilin'.
dax went on at 12:04 with just macleod.
maybe 'soul-twisting'?
a new orleans couple (greg and amanda) who were in the middle of touring with dax (but not 'with dax') bought me a drink or two, and then saved my chair when the bathroom beckoned. nice folks, they were.
cue the end of the show:
i went to my car for my 2am dosage..
as i'm rolling the last of it, a massive crowd accumulates and is now just partying in the middle of the street. the entire bar has moved out the back door.. where my ride is parked.
i couldn't have smoked alone if i had tried.
so i opened the door and met frank and cynthia and joe and the rest of the nearby loiterers. i remember thinking to myself, 'well, this way i can smoke all of my medicine before driving unofficially drunk across texas.
and now i can smoke their medicine, too!'
it was a happy block party, nobody sucked, and with all the weed, it was like group therapy.
but at this point, i was ready to go home.
walking towards my car i saw something move behind a dumpster.
i don't know why i walked over to it.
it could have been anyone from the show doing anything.
it was down the street and it's not as if i usually inspect dumpsters and other such items to make sure that any obscure movement low to the ground nearby is one of which that is on a mental checklist of reasonable occurances.
but this time i did.
approaching the dumpster, i simultaneously realized that dax riggs is crouched behind it on a cell phone... and that from far away (i could still be seen), depending on what i did next, i could look really fucking creepy in a really bad way.
but he stood up and held out his hand.
so i took it.
but he didn't let go right away.
he looked at me with an expression of curiosity that i don't think i'll be letting go of. it was too unreal to be forgotten. when he finally did let go, i returned home with that golden voice still ringing in my ears.
the show was at midnight.
i left at seven.
as i drove the peaceful drive, i decided i would smoke most of my medication, figuring there would be less to eat if the boys in blue could sniff me out. i would be unofficially drunk later, as well, so there were no worries. (if you're wondering, i don't just listen to the music, i consume it. the enhancement creams just allow for easier manipulation of the brain waves :D)
when i arrived, there was a magical parking spot that appeared directly behind the open back door of this 'club' just as i turned the corner. i somehow had time to circle around and parallel park the right way on the street without any other cars bothering me. very weird given the number of people around.
i had me half a doob before walking around to the front door, where i received a happy little skull stamped on me hand.
pleasantly stoned and on to phase two. 'una lone star, por favor.'
while i ordered, there was this little dude in front of me who payed for his beer, turned around, looked at me, and just stood there, staring.
i looked over and said, 'what's going on, dax?'
'nothing much', he said.
not wanting to appear 'the fan', i downed my beer and walked outside for a cig.
little did i know...
nowadays, i don't smoke them unless i drink, which is getting pretty rare. so, adventuring alone, i figured the spare pack in my drawer with the two smokes in it would be plenty for the night.
he followed me out and actually asked me for one.
i didn't think about it as he took it from the pack, but now that i was lighting it,
i realized he had taken my last fucking cigarette.
(why is this such a shitty thing?)
so be it.
see, i never met him before.
to just drive to a different city (comfortably) and have a beer, a smoke,
and impossibly familiar small talk with a fucking legend is quite fucking legendary.
but eventually, one of the venture brothers walked up, shoved a camera in my hands and smiled.
so back to the bar for more beer.
the first band wasn't bad at all, though i seem to have forgotten their name.
my kingdom for the good tunes.
they be playing 'em... and i be smilin'.
dax went on at 12:04 with just macleod.
maybe 'soul-twisting'?
a new orleans couple (greg and amanda) who were in the middle of touring with dax (but not 'with dax') bought me a drink or two, and then saved my chair when the bathroom beckoned. nice folks, they were.
cue the end of the show:
i went to my car for my 2am dosage..
as i'm rolling the last of it, a massive crowd accumulates and is now just partying in the middle of the street. the entire bar has moved out the back door.. where my ride is parked.
i couldn't have smoked alone if i had tried.
so i opened the door and met frank and cynthia and joe and the rest of the nearby loiterers. i remember thinking to myself, 'well, this way i can smoke all of my medicine before driving unofficially drunk across texas.
and now i can smoke their medicine, too!'
it was a happy block party, nobody sucked, and with all the weed, it was like group therapy.
but at this point, i was ready to go home.
walking towards my car i saw something move behind a dumpster.
i don't know why i walked over to it.
it could have been anyone from the show doing anything.
it was down the street and it's not as if i usually inspect dumpsters and other such items to make sure that any obscure movement low to the ground nearby is one of which that is on a mental checklist of reasonable occurances.
but this time i did.
approaching the dumpster, i simultaneously realized that dax riggs is crouched behind it on a cell phone... and that from far away (i could still be seen), depending on what i did next, i could look really fucking creepy in a really bad way.
but he stood up and held out his hand.
so i took it.
but he didn't let go right away.
he looked at me with an expression of curiosity that i don't think i'll be letting go of. it was too unreal to be forgotten. when he finally did let go, i returned home with that golden voice still ringing in my ears.