Not the first time he's stayed up till dawn, but this time Michael's sober. Clean as the morning air. He's up to watch the sun rise over the lake ( Read more... )

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I should write something about his newfound sobriety. A song with a title like "Daddy don't drink no more" , some sort of pseudo-alt-country thing. But I'm really just trying to put it out of my mind all together ( Read more... )

I did give my father a call to tell him that Never Cry Wolf would be performing this week. Long pause, then he said he he'd try to make it. Well, hell. he'll either be here-- or he won't. No stressing about it. I get stressed enough about going up and performing without thinking of that. We haven't decided on a setlist yet. I've been really putting ( Read more... )

I'm hanging around Java the Hut , playing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" on my guitar. I'm actually singing along. It's making Jenny laugh. It's not even my shift, I don't have to be here, but I am because it's her shift. She's behind the counter and I'm on the couch... but I love seeing her smile. Spring break is probably the slowest season of all ( Read more... )

My dad didn't come to see our show. I tried to tell myself I didn't mind that much- after all, music wasn't his thing. Still, I couldn't help but be disappointed. He called me up and apologized- it's nearing tax time, and he's got a lot of accounting to do, so he had to work on Saturday and needed to go grocery shopping Sunday. I mean, that's ( Read more... )

Putting the band together is going well- we've had a couple of practices, though we don't have a name for it yet. I think I the three of us need to vote on it, you know? I mean, shouldn't bands be some sort of democracy that way? At least, unless it's one guy carrying the band- which isn't the case here. Jules and Mac are both such talented people ( Read more... )

Over the weekend, Jenny went with me to help clean out my father's house . I have to get it ready for Mac and his daughter to live in. I found a letter from my father to me - I can't deal with reading it yet. Saturday there was a storm. I held Jenny in my childhood bed, and we listened to the sound of the thunder. Felt kind of funny to be in my ( Read more... )

Classes are starting up again. It's nice to get back to the comfortable routine of things. I went to my father's house for Easter weekend. Easter dinner was surprising- my father made ham. I didn't know the old man could cook. All the years I was growing up I don't really remember him making anything other than hamburgers on the grill. Being sober ( Read more... )

At work, I was taking out the trash when I heard meowing. I looked around, but I didn't see anything. When I opened up the dumpster , the sound got louder. So I did a bit of diving.- man, do I smell now. Down under some trash was this box, and inside the box was a tiny mewling ball of fluff. A kitten! Who would throw a kitten away like that? I ( Read more... )