So this had to be the most fucked up weekend i've had in a while. Not only did a storm brew up and make outside disgusting, but something much worse happened.
On friday night as I'm packing up gear to play a show at Kimos up in SF, booya! walks in the room from the basement and he's covered in mud and pebbles. "Shit!" I yell as I pick him up and bring him upstairs into the bathroom. I then commence stripping down and jumping in the shower with him. Countless scratches and sounds i've never heard him make before ensue and after a dollop of pantene and a good rinsing he's pissed at me an walks away to lay on my bed and dry himself off (which he wouldn't let me do). I put my clothes on just in time for the band to show up and we load our gear and make it up to the city. My bandmate gives bad directions and misses two streets which has me driving by feel (which is a bad idea for me). We finally make it and all is well.
I get home that night, and find that the downstairs toilet is overflowing sewage....... i'mnotkiddingyou. Call out a sewer repairman who makes it to my house around 6:30 on Saturday night. First we snake the two way clean-out from the street to the house, then snake the clean-out from the street to the city junction 30 feet away. The plumber and i attempt to lift the manhole in front of my house to see if the main lateral line is blocked up. As we're pulling up the manhole, i shit you not, five cops come racing down either side of the one way street and proceed to get between their car and their doors and tell us to put our hands up. Turns out that a neighbor called and said two guys were trying to steal the manhole cover...... Because they're so sought after I guess. Well, after a 20 minute conversation with the cops they let us go and tell us not to pull up the manhole cover again. After the cops leave, we attempt to finish snaking the street clean-out to the house. His snake breaks off the machine down into the pipes. "SHIT". It takes a call to his manager and another guy coming out to retrieve the broken snake. After all is said and done, it's been three and a half hours and I write dude a check for 235.00 and their on their way.
My roommate, Matt (who's rad) and I start sopping up the water and sewage from the floor, and bust out the pinesol and ammonia and go to town on the floors and walls and anything that was drenched. After almost throwing up twice, and mopping for 2 hours, we finish the job and we clean up and retreat to the couch for a much needed doobie and glass of belgian beer. Not 5 minutes goes by and we hear a loud bang outside. I go to the window to see what's going on and I notice four kids running across the street. There is some smoke so I assume then lit a cherry bomb in the garbage can on the corner. Matt comes to the window and takes a look outside. At this point he says to me "Dude, where's my car?" "I parked it right in front of the house". I point down the street and say "Didn't you park between that red car and that van?".... a moment goes by and we both realize that someone had been barreling down the road, hit Matt's car from behind, picked it up, and rammed it straight into a tree and a van. We run outside and see his 2001 black VW Jetta smashed like it's a beer can. Firemen and cops show up and quell the fires and turn the car off.
We realize that the kids we saw running across the street were the drivers of the car fleeing the scene. About two hours later (2:55 am) we find out they caught the guys and we both say "Fuck it, dude, i'm going to bed".
RIP Matt's Jetta....... I'll see you in scrap metal heaven.
Worst Weekend, Ever
On friday night as I'm packing up gear to play a show at Kimos up in SF, booya! walks in the room from the basement and he's covered in mud and pebbles. "Shit!" I yell as I pick him up and bring him upstairs into the bathroom. I then commence stripping down and jumping in the shower with him. Countless scratches and sounds i've never heard him make before ensue and after a dollop of pantene and a good rinsing he's pissed at me an walks away to lay on my bed and dry himself off (which he wouldn't let me do). I put my clothes on just in time for the band to show up and we load our gear and make it up to the city. My bandmate gives bad directions and misses two streets which has me driving by feel (which is a bad idea for me). We finally make it and all is well.
I get home that night, and find that the downstairs toilet is overflowing sewage....... i'mnotkiddingyou. Call out a sewer repairman who makes it to my house around 6:30 on Saturday night. First we snake the two way clean-out from the street to the house, then snake the clean-out from the street to the city junction 30 feet away. The plumber and i attempt to lift the manhole in front of my house to see if the main lateral line is blocked up. As we're pulling up the manhole, i shit you not, five cops come racing down either side of the one way street and proceed to get between their car and their doors and tell us to put our hands up. Turns out that a neighbor called and said two guys were trying to steal the manhole cover...... Because they're so sought after I guess. Well, after a 20 minute conversation with the cops they let us go and tell us not to pull up the manhole cover again. After the cops leave, we attempt to finish snaking the street clean-out to the house. His snake breaks off the machine down into the pipes. "SHIT". It takes a call to his manager and another guy coming out to retrieve the broken snake. After all is said and done, it's been three and a half hours and I write dude a check for 235.00 and their on their way.
My roommate, Matt (who's rad) and I start sopping up the water and sewage from the floor, and bust out the pinesol and ammonia and go to town on the floors and walls and anything that was drenched. After almost throwing up twice, and mopping for 2 hours, we finish the job and we clean up and retreat to the couch for a much needed doobie and glass of belgian beer. Not 5 minutes goes by and we hear a loud bang outside. I go to the window to see what's going on and I notice four kids running across the street. There is some smoke so I assume then lit a cherry bomb in the garbage can on the corner. Matt comes to the window and takes a look outside. At this point he says to me "Dude, where's my car?" "I parked it right in front of the house". I point down the street and say "Didn't you park between that red car and that van?".... a moment goes by and we both realize that someone had been barreling down the road, hit Matt's car from behind, picked it up, and rammed it straight into a tree and a van. We run outside and see his 2001 black VW Jetta smashed like it's a beer can. Firemen and cops show up and quell the fires and turn the car off.
We realize that the kids we saw running across the street were the drivers of the car fleeing the scene. About two hours later (2:55 am) we find out they caught the guys and we both say "Fuck it, dude, i'm going to bed".
RIP Matt's Jetta....... I'll see you in scrap metal heaven.
Worst Weekend, Ever
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