There I am. Drying off from doing sit-ups... and I have to throw up. I felt like such a cheerleader talking to my pal while burping up vitamin water and something that looked like bread. Small time passes and watching TV. is just out of the question. So, we put on our street clothes and where do we go? Cemetery.
Yea, I know. Cheesy. But we had reason. We went to visit my friends father. Everything went well. Id never visited a friends fathers resting-place. I usually only end up at a lawn with a girlfriend or family. We decided it was still too early to call it a day. I mean, it was only 11 a.m. So there we are. Walking into a huge mausoleum that was built in 1916. We spent a good hour counting how many bodies were moved into the building. We had count for a short while till we realized how fucked it was doing so.
Hide n go seek... Sure why not! Ive never played in a Mausoleum without being told the devil was going to pull my coat tails right into hell. Im a big boy now... Ill do what the fuck I please. It was a perfect day to play too. All the hallway lights were out and all the closet doors were open. I guess that day was a day of cleaning. But no one was in there but us. Game ended quick cause you can only hide in so many places before you end up on that machine that places bodies in those high casings.
My pal and I head downstairs. Quiet. Cool. A little stale. We notice this classroom looking...room. Benches. All facing one way. Figured it was another one of those waiting rooms for the wake. The glass to the doors are frosted so you cant look in. But did that stop us from putting our faces to the glass?
The glass is kinda warm. Its vibrating a whole lot. Were not totally sure why its doing that. So we start to think out loud. Boiler room? No, why would they have benches like that. Could be a storage room leading to the boiler. Maybe. Whats that smell? Then for a good long while we stand with our ears turned up as we hear the thick roaring fire. The flame goes out. Then the smell. Then the, Dude, someone is being cooked in there. Then more flames. Then we light-headedly walk back up the stairs and have a sandwich.
Oh yea... I also found my bands name in print for the very first time. Were in the OC Weekly. Its a huge ad back to back with the Killers on New Years eve. We are playing the NYE party at the Anaheim Convention Center. Ive never ever seen a band that I was in in a paper. Sure it just says, Lamented. But, I still think its fucking cool. Yea. It was a good day.
Yea, I know. Cheesy. But we had reason. We went to visit my friends father. Everything went well. Id never visited a friends fathers resting-place. I usually only end up at a lawn with a girlfriend or family. We decided it was still too early to call it a day. I mean, it was only 11 a.m. So there we are. Walking into a huge mausoleum that was built in 1916. We spent a good hour counting how many bodies were moved into the building. We had count for a short while till we realized how fucked it was doing so.
Hide n go seek... Sure why not! Ive never played in a Mausoleum without being told the devil was going to pull my coat tails right into hell. Im a big boy now... Ill do what the fuck I please. It was a perfect day to play too. All the hallway lights were out and all the closet doors were open. I guess that day was a day of cleaning. But no one was in there but us. Game ended quick cause you can only hide in so many places before you end up on that machine that places bodies in those high casings.
My pal and I head downstairs. Quiet. Cool. A little stale. We notice this classroom looking...room. Benches. All facing one way. Figured it was another one of those waiting rooms for the wake. The glass to the doors are frosted so you cant look in. But did that stop us from putting our faces to the glass?
The glass is kinda warm. Its vibrating a whole lot. Were not totally sure why its doing that. So we start to think out loud. Boiler room? No, why would they have benches like that. Could be a storage room leading to the boiler. Maybe. Whats that smell? Then for a good long while we stand with our ears turned up as we hear the thick roaring fire. The flame goes out. Then the smell. Then the, Dude, someone is being cooked in there. Then more flames. Then we light-headedly walk back up the stairs and have a sandwich.
Oh yea... I also found my bands name in print for the very first time. Were in the OC Weekly. Its a huge ad back to back with the Killers on New Years eve. We are playing the NYE party at the Anaheim Convention Center. Ive never ever seen a band that I was in in a paper. Sure it just says, Lamented. But, I still think its fucking cool. Yea. It was a good day.
Congrads on the paper, I get excited just when my name is in the paper, but that is not the same, usually under the police reports section...