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I know, I know, I've been MIA recently. Not posting in other folks' journals, sets, etc. It's just I've been really busy with the whole life thing and it's not slowing down anytime soon. But I must write some of this shit down, because, well, where else can I do it?
A couple of things happen to me that was awwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeesssssssssssooooooooommmmmmmeeeeeeee!!
1. I've been getting nothing but As on the quizzes at my CNC classes. Well, I did get one C, which really pissed me off because I knew the material, it was just that questions were written in a way that really threw me off. Like I REALLY had to read it carefully before answering. But I learned my lesson and I've been getting As since.
2. Saw my boy Anacron at the Flat Iron Building last week. Some of you on GG might have heard of him, since he made the GodsGirl song a few years back.
He was hosting this event, Unfamous Fest, a showcase for local talents to get some shine. The line-up wasn't half bad. I can't remember their names but they put on some good performances.
And of course Anacron killed it with his set:
So that's that.
3. Yesterday I saw the legendary Los Crudos play! To say this was an awesome show would be a tremendous understatement. First off, there was a fucking line. I never seen such a long line ever, especially for a punk show. But I'm so glad to see them perform cuz it was their only American stop before starting their South America tour the next day.
What's that? You've never heard of them?!?! Well, lemme bless you with some of their shit.
Yeah, they're a latino punk band from Chicago who sings in Spanish because Fuck You!
Anyway, here's some pics from the show I managed to take despite being crushed by a mosh pit behind me.
Of course, this has to be offset with some ugly.
I went to my former apartment last week. Nobody was there but I still had the key, so I came in. Now, I wrote about the situation at my old place before, so I'm not going to bore you guys with the details. But, from what I saw, I know my ex-roommate took my former bedroom because he kept two, one- gallon milk jug of his piss under the bed. And of all the rooms, this one had the most needles laying on the counter next to the bed. The room he used to sleep, and I'm assuming his girlfriend is currently sleeping, has only two needles. There's still trash every-fucking-where, the window in the kitchen is still busted and, well, I don't know what else to do. I tried to call him. Everybody tried to call him. And he won't answer. Well, I was told that his phone is broken but, fuck, couldn't you contact your people somehow? Anyway, I just put up a note in his room saying I came by to see if I had any mail and told him to call me, writing my number.
Last night, after the Los Crudos show, I went to a bar and show my girl Steph in the back crying. I asked what happened and she told me her friend was murdered the other night in Elgin. I was speechless. You know those situations where you want to find to perfect set of words to comfort your friend but are unable to find it? That was me. My mind goes dark when something like this happens. All I could is hold her tightly and say that everything will be OK. Wish I had more profound things to say, but that was it.
I guess that's the moral here: You don't have to be some silver-tongue to comfort your friends. Just be there for them. Tell them that you'll be here, no matter what. Tell them that you give a fuck about them and they shouldn't forget that.
And you shouldn't forget that.
Take it EZ.
PS You know what? I don't want to end this on a downer. I've been listening to old-school metal recently and I want to share with you all what I've been sexing up my ears with. Enjoy.