bonaroo
i wish i could sit here and write about how awesome bonaroo was, because it was, but i can't since two of my freinds are sitting in the hospital. keith sitting in some waiting room of some hospital in shelbyville, just outside of louisville kentucky, dealing with then fact that he drifted to sleep at the wheel and crossed the midian and flipped sean's car a couple times. sean sleeping with his feet up on the dash is okay but not well. his feet have some major cuts and on his right hand his middle finger is like.......not attached but possibly going to bback on, as keith put it a couple minutes ago, and he has huge bruises on his head that the doctors are scaning now. and keith is sitting there waiting for two sets of parents to come down and look him in the eye and yell at him for things he already knows.
i cant help but thank unguided fate and luck though. that they landed on the otherside of the highway and didnt get hit by another vechile. and that keith got ou fine and sean with only what seem to be things that will be okay hopfully. i wish i was in that car with them. cause i would have been driving. or not letting them drive. but instead i left them at their bonoaroo campsite saying, "are you guys sure you can drive?" and being satisfied that at least sean, strung out and up all night wasn't driving, but keith, strung out and didnt sleep last night, was. keith seemed okay.......man......why didn't serously say something more.........i mean i did.......i looked at keith and said keep it real, sure you can drive?" and he was enthusastice when he said "fuck yeah. i've just sitting here drinking water, resting, and cooling off"
but keith took a wrong turn onto I-64 and drifted off. he called me from the back of a cop car looking for advice as sean was riding to the hospital. i was about a half hour out of cinci with my cusion. eigthy miles from them and i didnt even really understand where they were then, keith was scared, to be sure, and asking me to call sean's parents. obvouisly he needed to and he agreed, then he said he'd wait till he got to the hospital but i convinced him other wise fairly easily. then i hung up.
my cousin and i drove kinda omnouisly back to home discussing lots of bad things about it and how looking back it seemed so stupid for them to drive anywhere, let alone a fucking 7 hour trip or something. and how they had drug, whch were found and they both have a court date there now too in july. just weed, fucking thankfully, since we were in bonaroo.
now i need to sleep off exaghation and this terrible wiegthed emptiness in my stomach over my freinds horrible predicament right now. it's thier fault. but that's not what it measn to me really. everyone will be against them for a long time now. seems like the best reason i had to love someone in a long time. they actaully might need it.
so ill write alter about the shit load of paint i just washed off my arm, and about the beautiful peole, especally all the girls with dreadlocks, and all the cloths and no cloths, and how it was so hot on friday, how there was breeze on saterday and how it rained on sunday morning while we watched a jewish rapper play a solo acoustic performence with as much beauty as any, or how i danced and threw a glow stick at radiohead, or laid and danced with holla hoop girls at death cab for qutie, or hw laying under the tree with an asian style hat that i bought i heard nickle creek covering the wieght by the band and toxic by britnney spears and realized how at home i really am with those people, even though i was five hundred miles from home or something, OR how i thought of lily when ever i saw dangly earings and BIG necklaces and wished she was there to enjoy it all cause she would have. there are so many tight memories i got from this weekend that i can't really keep up with them all as i jsut tried to think of one. so easy to realize how awesome of a time something was right after it, but now, at the end there is this horrible thing on my freinds. my best freinds in fact.......that i saw as zombies today and that if i was with like i usaul i would have driven. fuckin crazy, really....just glad thier okay, bodies heal and so do lives. the darkest times get filled in by the memories of all the sweet life you put between them. sean and keith will be fine once months go by, plus they got me right? haha. i wish that was really some thing that could help them so much more than it wiilll. anyway, peace everyone. picture me in paint dust and i have just got to get dreads now. there no other option. love ya and wish my freind well. i had to get something out on paper.
~tommy
i cant help but thank unguided fate and luck though. that they landed on the otherside of the highway and didnt get hit by another vechile. and that keith got ou fine and sean with only what seem to be things that will be okay hopfully. i wish i was in that car with them. cause i would have been driving. or not letting them drive. but instead i left them at their bonoaroo campsite saying, "are you guys sure you can drive?" and being satisfied that at least sean, strung out and up all night wasn't driving, but keith, strung out and didnt sleep last night, was. keith seemed okay.......man......why didn't serously say something more.........i mean i did.......i looked at keith and said keep it real, sure you can drive?" and he was enthusastice when he said "fuck yeah. i've just sitting here drinking water, resting, and cooling off"
but keith took a wrong turn onto I-64 and drifted off. he called me from the back of a cop car looking for advice as sean was riding to the hospital. i was about a half hour out of cinci with my cusion. eigthy miles from them and i didnt even really understand where they were then, keith was scared, to be sure, and asking me to call sean's parents. obvouisly he needed to and he agreed, then he said he'd wait till he got to the hospital but i convinced him other wise fairly easily. then i hung up.
my cousin and i drove kinda omnouisly back to home discussing lots of bad things about it and how looking back it seemed so stupid for them to drive anywhere, let alone a fucking 7 hour trip or something. and how they had drug, whch were found and they both have a court date there now too in july. just weed, fucking thankfully, since we were in bonaroo.
now i need to sleep off exaghation and this terrible wiegthed emptiness in my stomach over my freinds horrible predicament right now. it's thier fault. but that's not what it measn to me really. everyone will be against them for a long time now. seems like the best reason i had to love someone in a long time. they actaully might need it.
so ill write alter about the shit load of paint i just washed off my arm, and about the beautiful peole, especally all the girls with dreadlocks, and all the cloths and no cloths, and how it was so hot on friday, how there was breeze on saterday and how it rained on sunday morning while we watched a jewish rapper play a solo acoustic performence with as much beauty as any, or how i danced and threw a glow stick at radiohead, or laid and danced with holla hoop girls at death cab for qutie, or hw laying under the tree with an asian style hat that i bought i heard nickle creek covering the wieght by the band and toxic by britnney spears and realized how at home i really am with those people, even though i was five hundred miles from home or something, OR how i thought of lily when ever i saw dangly earings and BIG necklaces and wished she was there to enjoy it all cause she would have. there are so many tight memories i got from this weekend that i can't really keep up with them all as i jsut tried to think of one. so easy to realize how awesome of a time something was right after it, but now, at the end there is this horrible thing on my freinds. my best freinds in fact.......that i saw as zombies today and that if i was with like i usaul i would have driven. fuckin crazy, really....just glad thier okay, bodies heal and so do lives. the darkest times get filled in by the memories of all the sweet life you put between them. sean and keith will be fine once months go by, plus they got me right? haha. i wish that was really some thing that could help them so much more than it wiilll. anyway, peace everyone. picture me in paint dust and i have just got to get dreads now. there no other option. love ya and wish my freind well. i had to get something out on paper.
~tommy