Consequently, all I did Monday after class was flop around in bed like a deprest fish. Tuesday & Wednesday both turned out to be great nights for practicing. I was creative, intuitive, and perceived ideas with absolute clarity. In other words—I had a hydrocodone and a beer and plenty o’weed, and I felt fucking GREAT. Jordan actually made it to rehearsal, meaning Tuesday was the first time all 4 of us played together as a unit. He had his folder full of scribbled lyrics & directions; loose papers from said folder were strewn about the dirty floor; he dashed around with his hoodie puld over his eyes, a gibbering savant shouting into the microphone like his hero Darby Crash. Our heads were on the same level and we straind to make the best possible noise in the music. When we were done we sat & talkt about different ways to improve our sound. I left Ceejay’s with high hopes for the upcoming shows, the first of which is tonight, at the Muse of course.
Wednesday was Jeremiah’s 26th birthday. Olive was with her mom for the week, so we hauld our gear across the street and set up in the bonus room. He even gave a little speech, noting how odd it is that the digits of his age match the upcoming year (ie. 26 and 2006—tho this is true for everyone born in 1979), and how at this very moment a hurricane named for tragic Ophelia, “a name I almost gave my daughter,” was churning away off the Carolina coast. Chris from Hendersonville came over and so did Heather & Isabel, and we had ourselves a little impromptu house show. Jordan was tripping so we weren’t as connected as the night before, but the feeling was still there. Izzy played games all evening with Jere & Jord and succeeded in making me feel like an idiot for trying to dress up a bit, altho I really only did so because Avery was suppost to be there—yet she wasn’t. Avoiding us, as usual. To me it seems that she doesn’t really like us anymore, probably because her new Murfreesboro friends don’t like us. Besides, if there’s any one of us she remotely “likes” it’s Jeremiah. Ceej says she’s two-faced. And speaking of Ceejay: he got a job cutting meat in the supermarket deli 3:00–11:00am, five days a week, $8 per hour. At midnight that night he was drinking straight from a jug of red wine and hitting the joint being passed around… so, yeah. He didn’t make it in to work that morning.
Last night me, Sean, Tayler, Kenan, Blake & Chad smoked a little merry-wanna (even Blake, who was straight-edge in high school & is just starting to branch out, and Chad, whose parents were strict & until now has never smoked—he was looking a touch gone, too) down in 302. Then we watched a pirated copy of Robin Williams’ HBO special Live on Broadway (how many bottles of water does one man need?) and laughed until we cried before returning to our dorms to sleep. Killebrew Hall is our home, the barracks of our fort; we shall hunker down thru most of the winter here & into next year; and when I leave at the end of term, it will be almost summer again.
Sean got an e-mail from his dad saying his grandmother is expected to pass away in the coming days or weeks, so he’ll probably be heading to Oregon with his family soon. I’ll be here holdin’ down the fort with Tayler & company. Tonight tho, tonight we play.