The Past Comes back to Flaunt Me
It's creepy...horoscope-ish, even...
What I consider to be an incredibly large number of names, faces, and personas from my past are returning into my life. People who were nothing more than bit players before are becoming some of my best new allies. Shit...my barber? He used to be in The Hot Six. I played my second concert ever with my barber at a shitty bar in Titusville when I was in Addison. I didn't realize who he was until the third time he cut my hair. We started talking about Rocket from the Crypt. Yada yada, music, yada. He asks me what bands I've been in. He explains that he's heard about half of them, and used to play alot on the coast with Boys Go To War when he was in the Hot Six.
Holy shit moment
Phil who bartends at the social and plays in Mumpsy? He used to be in the Hot Six too. Son of a fuckin' bitch, man. It doesn't stop there.
It's added alot of zeal to my nights and weekends. I never know who I'm going to run into next. How will I help or hurt them? How will they help or hurt me? It's funny because it's happening by effortless coincidence and when I was trying my hardest it seemed like I was just meeting feebs. I'm scratching other people's backs and they're scratching mine. It's fun to reconnect. I guess this is what it feels like to have the shoe on the other foot, so to speak. Well...as long as it's over there, I guess it's time to kick some major ass.
Look out world, Explosion was my name before I reached critical mass. You don't want to see what happens next. Or maybe you do....
Kevin Expressive
What I consider to be an incredibly large number of names, faces, and personas from my past are returning into my life. People who were nothing more than bit players before are becoming some of my best new allies. Shit...my barber? He used to be in The Hot Six. I played my second concert ever with my barber at a shitty bar in Titusville when I was in Addison. I didn't realize who he was until the third time he cut my hair. We started talking about Rocket from the Crypt. Yada yada, music, yada. He asks me what bands I've been in. He explains that he's heard about half of them, and used to play alot on the coast with Boys Go To War when he was in the Hot Six.
Holy shit moment
Phil who bartends at the social and plays in Mumpsy? He used to be in the Hot Six too. Son of a fuckin' bitch, man. It doesn't stop there.
It's added alot of zeal to my nights and weekends. I never know who I'm going to run into next. How will I help or hurt them? How will they help or hurt me? It's funny because it's happening by effortless coincidence and when I was trying my hardest it seemed like I was just meeting feebs. I'm scratching other people's backs and they're scratching mine. It's fun to reconnect. I guess this is what it feels like to have the shoe on the other foot, so to speak. Well...as long as it's over there, I guess it's time to kick some major ass.
Look out world, Explosion was my name before I reached critical mass. You don't want to see what happens next. Or maybe you do....
Kevin Expressive