Drunken Blues In The Kindergarten Playpen
The gig was pretty awesome. And exhausting. And that weirdo who just came in and wanted to sing Linkin Park’s In The End with us? Weird.
Already intoxicated by the Davidoff that we’d (band members) put, and having blogged from Azhar’s Macbook Pro, we were a little charged. That’s why there was that wicked lead solo emanating from Azhar’s guitar during In The End, and next to crazy drumming courtesy Amrit.
Jimmy, just because I’ve got to mention him too 🙂
The level of my exhaustion was rising slowly and gradually on my way to Sunflower after that heavy metal jam. Because then I just became all drunk.
Where the kiddies spend leisure time.
I was so whacked out, doing triple jumps from the slides and landing thud on my butt (which really, I’m probably going to get screamed at for), that all the kids there probably got a little freaked, and ran away.
I mean, I turned around, and I thought I’d finally gone deaf, but the screeching and whining had truly ended. For the evening, at the very least.
The grass there, was that fake plastic miniature golf area grass, so welcoming to my already lost freak self. I didn’t care anymore.
I’m not going to. I wasn’t even high. Just plain drunk. And toxic.
I miss people. I miss R not writing anything and giving me that much needed inspiration. I miss Vora(?!) I miss Baskin Robbins. Not Vora, Oodler. I miss Oodler. But why would I miss Oodler right now?
You know what?
I’ll just shut up now.
x EdgyShark x
P.S I need aspirin. Because I’m not getting drunk enough to hit a coma. (SLEEP!)
x EdgyShark x