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2003-06-18 + 6:43 p.m.
my fried jamie hasnt called, he said he would, i wonder what the hell he is doing, i wanted to go visit him, he makes me laugh, comes out with the funnies stuff, he is one of those people that doesnt realise he is funny, he just is, he plays drums, i used to be in a band with him, i was playing bass guitar and him an i would just be at the back of gigs pulling faces at one another an sighing to each other when ever we had to play a song we played every freaking time, if we played anything that vaguely resemble any kind of 'power chord' he would stick his tongue out an shake his head in a 'nicko mcbrain way whilst giveing me the 'devil' sign an spinning his sticks, i (in return) would start sliding my legs apart in a joey ramone kind of way an pull some 'bad arse' expression, you would not believe how many bum notes i hit or beats he would miss as we did our best 'tap' impressions, well it was a shitty band so we just had fun, was nice gigs though we would be paid a bunch load an any beer or food would be free, i remember one of these times i pulled my one an only ever groupie, the fact that i knew her from college obviously deducted points from my 'rock' status but it was legitimate 'pull' never the less, i remember her wanting me to buy condoms from a 24 hour shop an remember the middle age women behind the counter looking a little embarrased (i thought this was weird considering i guessed she was probably far more experienced than me at that stuff), i remember we didnt really have anywhere to go an ended up in some secluded field in the middle of the night an a whole bunch of stinging nettle rashes all over my legs an little white arse the following day, anyway needless to say i dont remeber seeing the girl much after that apart from a few awkward moments an a 'set up' that never really happened, but still isnt rock an roll an young love just grand... |