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went to bed around 5 in the morning, woke up at about 12:15. waited there for awhile, tired as shit and uh drove downtown in my totally broken car to pick up my good friend brooke who had just travelled 22 hours on a greyhound bus to come see providence and go on tour with me. whilst downtown, i could not find a parking spot for awhile... so long of awhile that brooke called me from what i'm assuming was a payphone to ask me where i was. this just in: it was not a payphone, it was some other communication device. so... finally found a spot, someone pulled out of their spot and left 30 minutes in the meter so i felt pretty good about that. so i walked through burnside park to kennedy plaza where brooke was waiting with someone who i sort of know that was on the same bus as brooke, i think. we had a brief conversation about how johnny thunders was awesome, it was nice to see brooke. i said "welcome to the northeast" and she commented on how it was pretty and how it was green, green yeah, and uh and i probably said like "hell yeah" and then went over to the car. got in the car... heh, um... hip hop radio was on. we uh went to my parents where brooke unloaded her things and uh we took showers and brooke met my mom and i took a long shower because i am very particular in the order of which i wash my body and i have to do it in the right order and i have to spend a certain amount of time doing each part of my body. so i get out of the shower, i brush my teeth and uh threw on some clothes and stuff. went downstairs to see what was happening in the kitchen. brooke was chillin with my mom. and uh mom is like "are you hungry" and i probably said something like "hell yeah" and brooke was hungry so we went to twin oaks which is one of my least favourite restaurants. so i didn't think of going to a new place to go and gave in to twin oaks. brought along my jana hunter cd for mom and brooke to listen to in the car. i told my mom she walked out in a jana hunter set when she came to see me play in ny. she blamed it on my dad. so we get to twin oaks and we're just you know like we get our appetizers and stuff and my mom starts talking about musical bootcamp, an idea she has for a reality tv show. it's where average janes and joe's who can't play instruments are vigorously trained to play instruments by a drill seargent and people get eliminated until they have the best musicians and then they will proceed to play with aerosmith. so we ate some food, we got some leftovers and we went back to the house. mom wanted brooke to hear my band from highschool uh which i don't even want to talk about. and then we went back to the house and brooke was tired. brooke needed medicine and she took some medicine and went to sleep and sent me on an errand to go get a battery for her camera. on the way back, i stopped at paul's house and paul was in the shower and i was locked out for awhile and i kind of screamed through the window at him while he was in the shower and he was telling me to shuttup and paul let me into the house, he was in his boxer shorts and he told me not to play his drums. so in defense of his drums, he went and played them himself in his boxer shorts and when he left his drum set to go change up, i hopped on his drumset and started banging some shit and he screamed at me but he couldn't do anything because he had his pants halfway up and he wasn't dressed. paul, obviously angry, came down to his drum set and said "lets go" in his thick rhode island italian accent. got on our bikes, stopped at the house and dropped off the battery to brooke who was still sleeping. left brooke a note telling her that if she woke up and had nothing to do that i would go home and we should do something. so paul and i rode up to the coffee exchange on the east side of providence and got some coffee and went to our friends debbie's apartment where diego was chillin with a 6 pack of red stripe and diego gave us redstripes and we drank a little bit and headed back to the house. grabbed brooke, and we went to little chopsticks where i had planned on eating but realised i wasn't too hungry and i had a show to play. went down to the show at the grow room on okie street. people started shufflin in so i started to play. i think i did alright but mostly on the second half of my set where i felt i had really broken my finger and voice skills. and i was feelin real good. so i stopped playing and then yoni gordon played. yoni gordon was pretty good. and then the marta dumptruck massacre played. brooke had met them in south carolina and uh i think it was strange for them to see each other in providence. show wrapped up, i brought my guitar over to my parents house. rode bikes with brooke to redrum where my friends from chicago, the coughs, were playing. got there as soon as the coughs were going on and they were awesome and everything i expected. after the cough set, went with a group of people to the convenience store where we met greg and john who had a blunt. they told us we all looked like we went to college, though only 2 of the 4 of us went to college. they asked us if we smoked weed. i said no. i can't vouch for everyone else, though. we invited them to redrum. and they hungoutside because they didn't have bike locks and didn't want to leave their bikes out in the street. while we were chilling on the street, i sang them a song, i sang that old black magic to show them how i rock and sometimes roll. said my goodbyes to greg and john, went into redrum to catch the white mice play. i got in there and i couldn't see the white mice and had already seen them play many many times before so i went out into the hallway to chill with the coughs. chilled with the coughs for awhile, most of all that i don't really remember because it was all shootin the shit and whatever, nothing important. then we went outside, hung out on the sidewalk for a long time, lighting off fireworks, watching diego do yoyo tricks and uh watching scott demonstrate how he can pick up diego and throw him. derek and jamie arrived to give diego a ride home who was stuck without a car or bike very far from his house. rode back to the parents house to get some raviolies and some beer. and brooke ate her baked macaronni leftovers with the mushrooms in it. and uh jammed out some spenking songs on my guitar and uh a few minutes i'll be heading over to derek's with brooke and we're basically just gonna party. or sleep on the couch. or the recliner. or maybe nobody's gettin any sleep at all. maybe we'll watch hidalgo.