A lot has happend and I’m pretty exhausted. To wrap up the last week of classes, well… I don’t remember Wednesday really at all. Tuesday night I went to open mic again and played bass for Levi, quite poorly I might add. At his place afterwards we watched The Simpsons and I listend to some asshole talk about that girl Leslie as if she were made of plastic. She was telling me about her younger sister (trying to hook us up?), saying “I think you’re way cooler than my sister’s boyfriend.” And I thought, “You’re way cooler than your sister,” even tho I’ve never met her sister, but couldn’t say it because dude’s arm was around her. I walkt back to campus in the cold. Thursday was depressing. Sat around and tried to practice for my jury (performance final) but felt very sleepy; however I had a rejuvenating conversation with Maybel that night, so I woke up Friday in a better mood for the jury. Which I think I aced. Didn’t screw up too badly.
OK so this past weekend: Friday night Ceejay cald me up wanting to hang out. I went up there, he told me about his car accident and said he thought he might have left some weed inside. So we drove out to the apartment complex he had parkt it at, but it wasn’t there. He’d gotten in the accident just one day before and it had already been towed. Ceej was angry. We went back to his house to try and figure it out. The apartment office didn’t know shit about it. They said it could have been stolen; so he cald the Hendersonville police and they didn’t know shit about it either. As he is calling all these people I am messing around with the electric piano in the front den. Somehow he pisses his parents off. I remember suddenly feeling the need to get out of that house—his parents were yelling at the top of their lungs—Ceejay kept calm and held his voice steady—something told me to skedaddle, and I was right, as soon as I stept onto the porch I could hear loud thuds & crashes and Ceejay’s mom yelling “David! Stop!” and his dad going “Get OUT.” Inside, somebody fell to the ground. His little sister started to scream. I heard a Christmas toy playing “Jingle Bells” over all the noise. The front door opend and Ceej was thrown out. He grabbed pebbles from the ground as he stood up, turned and threw them at the now-slammed door.
We walkt across the street to Jeremiah’s (mom’s) house and he was there, I guess having given up on rooming with Katie Kaboom. He said Ellen was on her way over & we should hang out till she got there. She ended up taking us to Kroger and buying beer for us. We played our set for her and then cald up Chris & Jon, who are now working at the Taco Bell in Rivergate. They were about to close the front dining area & switch to drive-thru only, so we could go there and just chill inside with the place to ourselves. Ceej & I took off down the pike towards the mall and when we got there it was clear by the look on everyone’s faces that the party had already started. One of their co-workers had bought an eightball of coke. We threw in some cash. Everyone else was in their purple & black uniform. It was crazy doing lines in the bathroom, coming out and sitting amidst all that ’90s green & pink, the neon DRIVE THRU OPEN sign buzzing away. Going back for more. Eating half a burrito. Drinking Baja Blast. Living más.
Saturday was spent in recovery at the dorms. Yesterday was more practicing, getting ready for two shows this upcoming weekend.