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January 05 kicked off great. Was out of the house, makin decent cash, was the eye of someone's affection and music projects were beginning to become questionable but still moved along in stride with everything else. Zoo visits, outing's with Amanda, house parties, and band practices were the constant for that month. At the start I really thought it was good to be alive in '05.
Come Febuary, pretty much the same activities were the norm. Notable moments included what I believed to be the Centerville friends last trip out to visit. I dont think any of them put another foot in St. John Parish since. They need to. Soon. Later in the month things started going down hill. Amanda was having second thoughts about our relationship. And I was beginning to get on the train of thought that would soon put me passed the band that I had been working with for quite a while. Only good thing at this point was my income tax check.
Yase, March. What a great start [/sarcasm]. Got the hint, so Amanda and I parted ways. I finally got tired of all the little things that bothered me about the band and said fuck that too. At least for a short time. Part of the norm (house parties etc) for this time of year was crawfish boils, bbq's, beer, beer, beer, and more beer. End of the month lifted the fallout between my bandmates and I so we got back into the band room. I also found out that Matt's second child (er, yeah legit second) was on the way.
April. April had me in for what I believe was the best part of the year. More notably one of the weekends. Packed with music and good people. Went to see Skindred at the HOB...two nights later at Twiropa was MC Chris, General Malice at Poly's. The norm of course (crawfish boils and all included). Latter part of the month was the start (at least I believe it was) of what was to become a major depressive episode. On to May.
Yup, May. Despite extremely dramatic family moments regarding my sister, the norm (most norms above) continued. I was still patiently doing the music thing with Austin's gig. Songs were coming along nicely. Around this time was jamming with another band that Colin had put me up for. We're still playin together as of '06 and doing well. HAAAA not to mention drunken visit to MC. Can't gather that moment together in full detail other wise it wouldnt be drunken. Kinda funny now that I look back. I just mentioned the new band I was playing with and in that same month we had a gig at an actual venue. My first. Funny in the aspect of how I had been jamming with Austin and Garret for so long and we never left the practice room. Not much else to reflect on.
FUCKIN JUNE. So, I packed my shit and moved from the apt to my friend Colin's house and got settled. My whole state of thought at that time was "good riddance to bad rubbish". Only thing notable was some fun shit that had came about on a short notice visit to my friends in MC. Its not mindfields, its cow fields. End June.
Huh??? July?? Typical around this time of year to start having tropical storm so'n'so's and hurricane whatever the fucks. Band practices for both bands continued. Notable moments included the reel big fish show at HOB, bad moments with with psychadelics. Haven't touched em since. I have a feeling it had something to do with me having one of the most intense depressional episodes in the latter part of the month. I don't care to ever visit that state of mind again. Ever. It led to me ultimatly quiting one of the bands. I never regretted the decision.
August started still very much the same way July ended. My mind was scaring me so I sought help. Ran into some bumps along the way. I tried the first anti-depressant my doc gave me (also my first ever). And said fuck that after the first few doses. BLAH ON THAT SHIT!! In any case the entire "episode" heald to it's name and things started getting better. Towards the end of the month events transpired that would shake and almost destroy my entire stance on something I had been experiencing all my life. It was just Hurricane whatever the fuck anymore. It was Hurricane WHAT THE FUCK!?!?
The days following into September gave rise to endless hours looking at news coverage, and looking for a working land line. After all the running around and confusion I recieved the best birthday present the day before the 8th. I learned that my grandmother, aunt, and cousin were safe in corpus christy after first being trapped in bethany home on esplanade, then being put up at the triage (sp) at the airport where people were dropping like flies. A lot of people close to me lost everything. It was certainly a horrible time for everyone. All days went on with people coming in and out of the house to get away from the heat, and me running around to help family and friends get things done. Of course being outside of New Orleans, things were starting to get back into shape much sooner than I expected. The middle of the month had me busy as shit with work and a much needed kick into normalcy watching sports and such. Not much music was played during all of this.
October began. Though most of us were still in bad places, picking up pieces, we got back into our routines. The band room was practically untouched. Oscar even started booking us for shows. Played nine mile point mid October. An okay show. James and Samantha were living in Norco so we got to see each other and hang out a lot. One night while we were at my house we laid plans to visit some friends in Boston. I loved the idea that we were gonna be able to get away from this place, even if just for a small time. The rest of the month just had me counting he days till take-off.
So we boarded the plane and got the fuck out of dodge. November is tied with April's claim to favorite part of the year. You know for once in a VERY long time, I didn't feel tied down to this day in day out muck of a life that is Laplace, Louisiana. I was with great friends in a new and welcome place. That kinda shit is DEFINATLY a once in a blue moon thing and I cherish it. Thanksgiving was cool. We all got together at the rents and got silly. I fucked up my back something aweful in a four wheeling accident. To this day it hasn't really finished healing like the doc says it should. I guess the only part that really sucked about the month is that all the hospital bills from September came flooding in. My timing was off because I didn't actually have medical insurance until the following month. A panic attack over some funny things my heart was doing more frequently than not was the reason. I left the hospital with no meds, no diagnosis, and zero piece of mind. Would you really think you'd have to pay over a grand for that? So that's it. My room mate approached me saying the space in the home that I pay to live in needed to be cleared and paved for his pregnant g/f and her little bundle of joy that I THINK is due in another two months. That, and the new bills was the nail in the coffin. I was heading back home.
December seemed short. I packed my shit and was living where I grew up by Christmas. Not a bad Christmas either I might add. I rung in the new year at state palace. Slept the first day of the year away at Jason's place, afterparty fallout.
Now here I am. Didn't take long after over a year of being away from this place to remind me of everything I hated about it, but that's a rant for another time
Come Febuary, pretty much the same activities were the norm. Notable moments included what I believed to be the Centerville friends last trip out to visit. I dont think any of them put another foot in St. John Parish since. They need to. Soon. Later in the month things started going down hill. Amanda was having second thoughts about our relationship. And I was beginning to get on the train of thought that would soon put me passed the band that I had been working with for quite a while. Only good thing at this point was my income tax check.
Yase, March. What a great start [/sarcasm]. Got the hint, so Amanda and I parted ways. I finally got tired of all the little things that bothered me about the band and said fuck that too. At least for a short time. Part of the norm (house parties etc) for this time of year was crawfish boils, bbq's, beer, beer, beer, and more beer. End of the month lifted the fallout between my bandmates and I so we got back into the band room. I also found out that Matt's second child (er, yeah legit second) was on the way.
April. April had me in for what I believe was the best part of the year. More notably one of the weekends. Packed with music and good people. Went to see Skindred at the HOB...two nights later at Twiropa was MC Chris, General Malice at Poly's. The norm of course (crawfish boils and all included). Latter part of the month was the start (at least I believe it was) of what was to become a major depressive episode. On to May.
Yup, May. Despite extremely dramatic family moments regarding my sister, the norm (most norms above) continued. I was still patiently doing the music thing with Austin's gig. Songs were coming along nicely. Around this time was jamming with another band that Colin had put me up for. We're still playin together as of '06 and doing well. HAAAA not to mention drunken visit to MC. Can't gather that moment together in full detail other wise it wouldnt be drunken. Kinda funny now that I look back. I just mentioned the new band I was playing with and in that same month we had a gig at an actual venue. My first. Funny in the aspect of how I had been jamming with Austin and Garret for so long and we never left the practice room. Not much else to reflect on.
FUCKIN JUNE. So, I packed my shit and moved from the apt to my friend Colin's house and got settled. My whole state of thought at that time was "good riddance to bad rubbish". Only thing notable was some fun shit that had came about on a short notice visit to my friends in MC. Its not mindfields, its cow fields. End June.
Huh??? July?? Typical around this time of year to start having tropical storm so'n'so's and hurricane whatever the fucks. Band practices for both bands continued. Notable moments included the reel big fish show at HOB, bad moments with with psychadelics. Haven't touched em since. I have a feeling it had something to do with me having one of the most intense depressional episodes in the latter part of the month. I don't care to ever visit that state of mind again. Ever. It led to me ultimatly quiting one of the bands. I never regretted the decision.
August started still very much the same way July ended. My mind was scaring me so I sought help. Ran into some bumps along the way. I tried the first anti-depressant my doc gave me (also my first ever). And said fuck that after the first few doses. BLAH ON THAT SHIT!! In any case the entire "episode" heald to it's name and things started getting better. Towards the end of the month events transpired that would shake and almost destroy my entire stance on something I had been experiencing all my life. It was just Hurricane whatever the fuck anymore. It was Hurricane WHAT THE FUCK!?!?
The days following into September gave rise to endless hours looking at news coverage, and looking for a working land line. After all the running around and confusion I recieved the best birthday present the day before the 8th. I learned that my grandmother, aunt, and cousin were safe in corpus christy after first being trapped in bethany home on esplanade, then being put up at the triage (sp) at the airport where people were dropping like flies. A lot of people close to me lost everything. It was certainly a horrible time for everyone. All days went on with people coming in and out of the house to get away from the heat, and me running around to help family and friends get things done. Of course being outside of New Orleans, things were starting to get back into shape much sooner than I expected. The middle of the month had me busy as shit with work and a much needed kick into normalcy watching sports and such. Not much music was played during all of this.
October began. Though most of us were still in bad places, picking up pieces, we got back into our routines. The band room was practically untouched. Oscar even started booking us for shows. Played nine mile point mid October. An okay show. James and Samantha were living in Norco so we got to see each other and hang out a lot. One night while we were at my house we laid plans to visit some friends in Boston. I loved the idea that we were gonna be able to get away from this place, even if just for a small time. The rest of the month just had me counting he days till take-off.
So we boarded the plane and got the fuck out of dodge. November is tied with April's claim to favorite part of the year. You know for once in a VERY long time, I didn't feel tied down to this day in day out muck of a life that is Laplace, Louisiana. I was with great friends in a new and welcome place. That kinda shit is DEFINATLY a once in a blue moon thing and I cherish it. Thanksgiving was cool. We all got together at the rents and got silly. I fucked up my back something aweful in a four wheeling accident. To this day it hasn't really finished healing like the doc says it should. I guess the only part that really sucked about the month is that all the hospital bills from September came flooding in. My timing was off because I didn't actually have medical insurance until the following month. A panic attack over some funny things my heart was doing more frequently than not was the reason. I left the hospital with no meds, no diagnosis, and zero piece of mind. Would you really think you'd have to pay over a grand for that? So that's it. My room mate approached me saying the space in the home that I pay to live in needed to be cleared and paved for his pregnant g/f and her little bundle of joy that I THINK is due in another two months. That, and the new bills was the nail in the coffin. I was heading back home.
December seemed short. I packed my shit and was living where I grew up by Christmas. Not a bad Christmas either I might add. I rung in the new year at state palace. Slept the first day of the year away at Jason's place, afterparty fallout.
Now here I am. Didn't take long after over a year of being away from this place to remind me of everything I hated about it, but that's a rant for another time