BMF
Life as we know it ain't life as we know it......
I thought I had a crazy week last week, that wasn't shit compared to this week.
I was stuck at my old house all day Sunday because I thought we were gonna move the rest of the shit out. Apparently my dad and Angie decided to do it Monday, and I never got the message. I was stuck at an empty house with no phone, radio, or TV. and then the tornado sirens went off. That was fun. Eventually I reached my dad and he came and picked me up. Brought me some leftovers, seeing as how I hadn't eaten all day.
Monday, we had a kegger. It was fun. I bunch of people I don't know showed up, but they seemed pretty alright. Then I had the strangest dream. And there was someone in my dream who I hadn't
seen in a long time. I blew it off as my subconscious doing crazy shit.
Wednesday, I saw the person in my dream. It was very strange. Seeing her was one of the the highlights of my week, though.
Friday, went to a party at Blaine's. I hadn't seen him in a grip. Saw Psycho C, too. He's not wrestling anymore. Gonna do some haunted house/special effects shit now. Got drunk, went to Denny's, had some fuckin bomb French Toast and went home.
Yesterday, I woke up, and for some reason, the phone just kept crossing my mind, in different ways. I kept thinking of calling someone or using the phone line for internet or something, but the
phone was on my mind from the minute I woke up. And somehow, I knew I shouldn't use it.
Then it rang.
Normally, that'd just be a strange coincidence, but I find myself believing less and less in coincidence and more and more in fate. The call was for Freak. I didn't recognize the voice. I woke
him up and gave him the phone. It was some friend of the family I think.
His father had died.
Freak wigged out. He started crying. In the half of a decade we've been friends, I've probably broke down and cried like six or seven times. But I had never seen Show cry. He shattered one of the plates
in our coffee table with his hand. I don't know if he even felt it.
There were six people in the house when the phone rang. Show, Lok, Lok's girl Brittany, Show's semi-girlfriend Tabitha, Roach and myself. I witnessed the entire event. Tabitha was sleeping on the couch with Show and woke up when he smashed the table. So did Lok and Brittany. Freak was screaming so loud, I don't know how Roach didn't wake up. Lok came out of the room and I told him someone important to Show had died, I didnt know who at the time. Then he told us. I felt so bad for Show. Lok took the girls home. Show just kept crying. He cursed God. Anger is part of the coping process, though. Then he told me something that didnt really surprise me, but it did make my heart sink.
He dreamed it.
He knew it was coming. For as long as I can remember, Show has had premonitions. Not like tell you the winning lottery numbers type shit, but he sees things in his dreams. It kinda rubbed off on me, because were blood brothers. Back in the day, we cut our hands and mixed the blood. Ever
since, Ive been a little more intuitive. Hence the dream I had.
We drove Freak out to Cicero, where his dads side of the family is. Hes gonna stay there for a while. The services will probably be this week and I have to go. I have to support Show. Not only that, Id met Bill a few times. Its not like I had spent a lot of time with him, but the time I did spend with him, he was a fuckin cool mutha fucka. He came to our crib not too long ago. Christ I dont
even think it was a week ago. He was just a damn good guy. Thats where Show received all his musical talent from. His dad could rock a fuckin guitar.
Im still in a state of shock. I cant even begin to fathom how Freak feels. I had to call both my parents today because of this. Told them that I loved them and that they did a good job raising me.
It was a beautiful day yesterday. The sun was bright and shiny, the clouds weren't gray, there were birds singing and the sky was as blue as you could ask for.
The whole day was ruined before I even walked outside.
And in case you were wondering, BMF doesnt stand for Bad MotherFucker.
It means Bill's Memory Forever.
Thank you for listening,
NuKe
-END TRANSMISSION-
Life as we know it ain't life as we know it......
I thought I had a crazy week last week, that wasn't shit compared to this week.
I was stuck at my old house all day Sunday because I thought we were gonna move the rest of the shit out. Apparently my dad and Angie decided to do it Monday, and I never got the message. I was stuck at an empty house with no phone, radio, or TV. and then the tornado sirens went off. That was fun. Eventually I reached my dad and he came and picked me up. Brought me some leftovers, seeing as how I hadn't eaten all day.
Monday, we had a kegger. It was fun. I bunch of people I don't know showed up, but they seemed pretty alright. Then I had the strangest dream. And there was someone in my dream who I hadn't
seen in a long time. I blew it off as my subconscious doing crazy shit.
Wednesday, I saw the person in my dream. It was very strange. Seeing her was one of the the highlights of my week, though.
Friday, went to a party at Blaine's. I hadn't seen him in a grip. Saw Psycho C, too. He's not wrestling anymore. Gonna do some haunted house/special effects shit now. Got drunk, went to Denny's, had some fuckin bomb French Toast and went home.
Yesterday, I woke up, and for some reason, the phone just kept crossing my mind, in different ways. I kept thinking of calling someone or using the phone line for internet or something, but the
phone was on my mind from the minute I woke up. And somehow, I knew I shouldn't use it.
Then it rang.
Normally, that'd just be a strange coincidence, but I find myself believing less and less in coincidence and more and more in fate. The call was for Freak. I didn't recognize the voice. I woke
him up and gave him the phone. It was some friend of the family I think.
His father had died.
Freak wigged out. He started crying. In the half of a decade we've been friends, I've probably broke down and cried like six or seven times. But I had never seen Show cry. He shattered one of the plates
in our coffee table with his hand. I don't know if he even felt it.
There were six people in the house when the phone rang. Show, Lok, Lok's girl Brittany, Show's semi-girlfriend Tabitha, Roach and myself. I witnessed the entire event. Tabitha was sleeping on the couch with Show and woke up when he smashed the table. So did Lok and Brittany. Freak was screaming so loud, I don't know how Roach didn't wake up. Lok came out of the room and I told him someone important to Show had died, I didnt know who at the time. Then he told us. I felt so bad for Show. Lok took the girls home. Show just kept crying. He cursed God. Anger is part of the coping process, though. Then he told me something that didnt really surprise me, but it did make my heart sink.
He dreamed it.
He knew it was coming. For as long as I can remember, Show has had premonitions. Not like tell you the winning lottery numbers type shit, but he sees things in his dreams. It kinda rubbed off on me, because were blood brothers. Back in the day, we cut our hands and mixed the blood. Ever
since, Ive been a little more intuitive. Hence the dream I had.
We drove Freak out to Cicero, where his dads side of the family is. Hes gonna stay there for a while. The services will probably be this week and I have to go. I have to support Show. Not only that, Id met Bill a few times. Its not like I had spent a lot of time with him, but the time I did spend with him, he was a fuckin cool mutha fucka. He came to our crib not too long ago. Christ I dont
even think it was a week ago. He was just a damn good guy. Thats where Show received all his musical talent from. His dad could rock a fuckin guitar.
Im still in a state of shock. I cant even begin to fathom how Freak feels. I had to call both my parents today because of this. Told them that I loved them and that they did a good job raising me.
It was a beautiful day yesterday. The sun was bright and shiny, the clouds weren't gray, there were birds singing and the sky was as blue as you could ask for.
The whole day was ruined before I even walked outside.
And in case you were wondering, BMF doesnt stand for Bad MotherFucker.
It means Bill's Memory Forever.
Thank you for listening,
NuKe
-END TRANSMISSION-
Your friends are lucky to have you.
I hope everything calms down. My love to you.