Triptych
I haven't posted anything substantial in a while so I am thinking of just writing about a lot right now to make up for it and to also make up for the fact that I may not post again in another while because I am very unreliable and unpredictable and handsome like that.
Table of Contents
I A Day in a Backyard with Instruments
II A Day at an Intersection with an Irate Lady and a Coarse Police Officer
III A Day Not Yet Here at a Festival with Madonna
It was friday, April 21st, and we had decided that day Alphabetter would have a reunion performance. But this wasn't just any performance at some lame club. Oh no. This was to be played at the house of the family of the girlfriend of the guitarist of Alphabetter. Alphabetter is the name of this "band" I am "in" for those of you jerks who don't pay attention. I was pretty super psyched and hyped way up because we hadn't played anywhere but a practice room in a while and this was a good chance to be able to perform in public without having to have many people there because people aren't that great. In fact, they are mostly bad in some way or another. Boring, Dumb, Ugly, Mean, etc.
So we showed up and there was a pool there and I figured at that moment that someone would get on the roof and shout out, "I am a golden god!" and jump into the pool. Was I right? Stay tuned! For some reason, Julio Mena and his "band" asked if they could play there too. I really didn't understand why at first since it was just a send-off party I think for Luis the Guitarer and not at a lame club or anything but I thought that competition was healthy for a good backyard music economy. Little did anyone but me know what this would lead to. Here is what it lead to: They invited a bunch of people over so there ended up being more kids there invited by the duo of music groups than there were people there invited by the hosts of the party. I thought it was going to be pretty awkward but it ended up not being that awkward as little mini-cliques formed and stayed to their respective areas. And also, Julio was a jerk that day. What a crybaby!
So they played 3 songs first and everyone was happy and then we played everything in our repertoire and then replayed a couple of the songs with a slightly different lineup and had a general gay time. My right-hand index and middle fingers blistered a bit at the tips and the middle one is still calloused. I ripped the other callus off though because having no sensation in my fingertips bugs me.
Later, Luis and Jerry jumped in the pool. Then Sloan. Then the Black kid jumped in from the balcony I hear much to the chagrin of a hostess. He didn't yell anything though. So we will probably finally start playing shows again. They wanted to play this Friday but I told them 'No'.
and then!
Just yesterday I was in a horrendous car-wreck that I am lucky to have survived.
Earlier in the day Julio and maybe Israel came over. I can't remember exactly. Well, anyways, Julio came over to brag about his new job at Guitar Center and later on Luis "Shredder" Munoz came over to peddle newborn huskie pups because he hates to see them happy together with their mother. But before Luis came my sister came home and I am telling you in this order because it is the order I'm remembering it. We three decided on a trip to a Goodwill store and just then Luis came. "Would you like to come along?" I asked. An ominous "Yes" was his only reply. Suddenly I felt a chill run through me and I looked around at their faces. It would be the last time I saw them standing on their own two feet ever again.
Luis and Julio would not drive because of gasoline prices on the rise so I decided to drive. My sister offered and they offered my sister because they think I'm a bad driver I guess but I held firm. Cristina had not filled the tank so we needed gasoline and so up ahead at the intersection of Eastlake and Darrington I needed to make a left to enter the nearby gas station. I pulled to a stop and got ready to turn but the cars would let me in so I had to wait. Then I finally pulled in to start turning, happily looking forward to a lifetime of fun with my pals and sister, not knowing they would soon be taken from me, and only two days away from retirement. I was a little more than halfway into my turn when I noticed the car to my right barreling towards me at upwards of 5 miles per hour. I noticed in time to swerve left and brake but it was too late. A sound thud startled us all as she hit my car at the front-right tire. So, I pulled into the nearby gas station to assess the damages. There was a white mark on my tire!! I was cursing a lot throughout.
So I walked over to where she had parked and even though I was upset at her for being retarded and at the same time blind and driving I politely asked if she was ok. She cried, "I have a baby in the car!" and "It wasn't your turn to go!" and I told her it was and thought that the girl was 8 years too old to be considered a baby. She was on the phone with her husband asking who she should call. As in, The Police. I noticed the terrible black and white marks by her license plate. I almost fainted at the sight! It would take a good buff or two to get that out. But the memory would still haunt you no matter how much you tried to cover it up.
The cops came and so did the mother of the "baby" who was very upset. She kept telling the officer what had happened even though she wasn't there and the officer was very annoyed. He couldn't file a report because in texas there has to be at least $1,000 in damages and the stupid whore slut bitch still whined and complained and implied that I ran a stop sign to the officer. Even though I didn't! Ask anyone! So he said we could file something to the insurance companies and we followed him to the precinct a few blocks away to get the forms. p.s. that lady was a bitch.
The cop told me her claim was bullshit and that made me feel very good.
Then as we were exchanging information Pablo and Lacey pulled up and we just had us a general gay time. She took a cellphonepicture of the non-damage to my tire and so I took a photo of her car for good measure. Then Luis took one of the cars and of pablo with his thumbs up and of the cop from behind as he was talking to me so we would have all the evidence we'd ever need. I screwed up on the forms twice and the po asked if I needed a new form and said patronizingly "The questions just get harder as they go along" two times and I said "ok" and then he gave me the form and stated "Make sure you do it right this time. The questions just get harder as they go along" in a patronizing tone. Whatever Pig. I'm such a damned rebel sometimes.
p.s. That lady sucked.
And soon.
Tomorrow Morning I get on a plane with Israel headed towards Ontario, Canada where will be around until Monday morning as we are going to the Coachella festival where Madonna will be performing in the tent! And maybe we'll go to a theme park, too and sing songs about California on the way like on Fox TV show themes or anything by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I also know a song by Joni Mitchell about the state.
Lastly, for those wondering, I am still employed but I got written up for leaving my teleset on when I left so it took calls and no one was there to answer. Whatever, The Man.
The End.
If you didn't read it, pretend like you did for me.
Table of Contents
I A Day in a Backyard with Instruments
II A Day at an Intersection with an Irate Lady and a Coarse Police Officer
III A Day Not Yet Here at a Festival with Madonna
It was friday, April 21st, and we had decided that day Alphabetter would have a reunion performance. But this wasn't just any performance at some lame club. Oh no. This was to be played at the house of the family of the girlfriend of the guitarist of Alphabetter. Alphabetter is the name of this "band" I am "in" for those of you jerks who don't pay attention. I was pretty super psyched and hyped way up because we hadn't played anywhere but a practice room in a while and this was a good chance to be able to perform in public without having to have many people there because people aren't that great. In fact, they are mostly bad in some way or another. Boring, Dumb, Ugly, Mean, etc.
So we showed up and there was a pool there and I figured at that moment that someone would get on the roof and shout out, "I am a golden god!" and jump into the pool. Was I right? Stay tuned! For some reason, Julio Mena and his "band" asked if they could play there too. I really didn't understand why at first since it was just a send-off party I think for Luis the Guitarer and not at a lame club or anything but I thought that competition was healthy for a good backyard music economy. Little did anyone but me know what this would lead to. Here is what it lead to: They invited a bunch of people over so there ended up being more kids there invited by the duo of music groups than there were people there invited by the hosts of the party. I thought it was going to be pretty awkward but it ended up not being that awkward as little mini-cliques formed and stayed to their respective areas. And also, Julio was a jerk that day. What a crybaby!
So they played 3 songs first and everyone was happy and then we played everything in our repertoire and then replayed a couple of the songs with a slightly different lineup and had a general gay time. My right-hand index and middle fingers blistered a bit at the tips and the middle one is still calloused. I ripped the other callus off though because having no sensation in my fingertips bugs me.
Later, Luis and Jerry jumped in the pool. Then Sloan. Then the Black kid jumped in from the balcony I hear much to the chagrin of a hostess. He didn't yell anything though. So we will probably finally start playing shows again. They wanted to play this Friday but I told them 'No'.
and then!
Just yesterday I was in a horrendous car-wreck that I am lucky to have survived.
Earlier in the day Julio and maybe Israel came over. I can't remember exactly. Well, anyways, Julio came over to brag about his new job at Guitar Center and later on Luis "Shredder" Munoz came over to peddle newborn huskie pups because he hates to see them happy together with their mother. But before Luis came my sister came home and I am telling you in this order because it is the order I'm remembering it. We three decided on a trip to a Goodwill store and just then Luis came. "Would you like to come along?" I asked. An ominous "Yes" was his only reply. Suddenly I felt a chill run through me and I looked around at their faces. It would be the last time I saw them standing on their own two feet ever again.
Luis and Julio would not drive because of gasoline prices on the rise so I decided to drive. My sister offered and they offered my sister because they think I'm a bad driver I guess but I held firm. Cristina had not filled the tank so we needed gasoline and so up ahead at the intersection of Eastlake and Darrington I needed to make a left to enter the nearby gas station. I pulled to a stop and got ready to turn but the cars would let me in so I had to wait. Then I finally pulled in to start turning, happily looking forward to a lifetime of fun with my pals and sister, not knowing they would soon be taken from me, and only two days away from retirement. I was a little more than halfway into my turn when I noticed the car to my right barreling towards me at upwards of 5 miles per hour. I noticed in time to swerve left and brake but it was too late. A sound thud startled us all as she hit my car at the front-right tire. So, I pulled into the nearby gas station to assess the damages. There was a white mark on my tire!! I was cursing a lot throughout.
So I walked over to where she had parked and even though I was upset at her for being retarded and at the same time blind and driving I politely asked if she was ok. She cried, "I have a baby in the car!" and "It wasn't your turn to go!" and I told her it was and thought that the girl was 8 years too old to be considered a baby. She was on the phone with her husband asking who she should call. As in, The Police. I noticed the terrible black and white marks by her license plate. I almost fainted at the sight! It would take a good buff or two to get that out. But the memory would still haunt you no matter how much you tried to cover it up.
The cops came and so did the mother of the "baby" who was very upset. She kept telling the officer what had happened even though she wasn't there and the officer was very annoyed. He couldn't file a report because in texas there has to be at least $1,000 in damages and the stupid whore slut bitch still whined and complained and implied that I ran a stop sign to the officer. Even though I didn't! Ask anyone! So he said we could file something to the insurance companies and we followed him to the precinct a few blocks away to get the forms. p.s. that lady was a bitch.
The cop told me her claim was bullshit and that made me feel very good.
Then as we were exchanging information Pablo and Lacey pulled up and we just had us a general gay time. She took a cellphonepicture of the non-damage to my tire and so I took a photo of her car for good measure. Then Luis took one of the cars and of pablo with his thumbs up and of the cop from behind as he was talking to me so we would have all the evidence we'd ever need. I screwed up on the forms twice and the po asked if I needed a new form and said patronizingly "The questions just get harder as they go along" two times and I said "ok" and then he gave me the form and stated "Make sure you do it right this time. The questions just get harder as they go along" in a patronizing tone. Whatever Pig. I'm such a damned rebel sometimes.
p.s. That lady sucked.
And soon.
Tomorrow Morning I get on a plane with Israel headed towards Ontario, Canada where will be around until Monday morning as we are going to the Coachella festival where Madonna will be performing in the tent! And maybe we'll go to a theme park, too and sing songs about California on the way like on Fox TV show themes or anything by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I also know a song by Joni Mitchell about the state.
Lastly, for those wondering, I am still employed but I got written up for leaving my teleset on when I left so it took calls and no one was there to answer. Whatever, The Man.
The End.
If you didn't read it, pretend like you did for me.