Feb 18, 2007 15:26
When I was with Carter he was always talking about his Cuban voodoo stuff. Ghost, the ‘undead’, sprits with ‘unfinished business’ whatever. They were all out to get us and he had to save me from then. I’m pretty sure he made up his own religion and really believed it.
The ghosts weren’t just there when we were stoned off our asses, oh no. Take the day Kepatch kicked us out the basement on Blecher and we lugged all our equipment up 6 flights of stairs to Lee’s attic. These were no mini amps we played with. No we had Mag bass kits, probably partly why Kepatch didn’t want us to play under him. Those bad boys can blow your roof off. Carrying them up 6 flights of stairs is going to wear you out. Carter and I were about 4 flights up and he was tired. He was cursing and sweating until suddenly he was rejuvenated and quickly reached the attic. I asked him what happened and he said a ghost carried it the rest of the way.
He told me the spirits wanted me to be with him. That we had some kind of destiny and some other Spanish words that I don’t the meaning to. He completely serious about it sometimes. Other times he was just trying to control me.
Do I believe in ghosts? Well I know this; I had no destiny with Carter Cruz. I never had a destiny with Carter Cruz. So his kind of ghosts? No way. But the kind that Charlie knows about? Absolutely. She knows what the hell she’s talking about.
carter,
tm