4:30am

Sorry, I can't think of anything faux-witty for a title at this hour. Parachutes played at Hard Rock Cafe in Beverly Hills tonight. Well, I guess this morning. It was a very interesting experience filled with run red lights, kung fu vampires, bloody noses, appetizer samplers, missing cymbal stands, a mysterious black thong, and a tiny little dolly.

Oh, and I think it was decided that I was going to wear a corset to the next show.

Dear diary...

Today I:

-ate a 7-11 hotdog at 3:00am
-went to bed at 5:45am
-woke up at 11:00am
-ate something I didn't recognize
-was accused of having sex with various co-workers
-was offered a line of cocaine
-made 18 dollars an hour
-not for all 24 hours
-spoke Spanish
-misunderstood Spanish spoken to me
-saw someone naked
-was too tired to do anything else

Hope tomorrow is just as good.

xoxo, Grant

And did you know desire's a terrible thing, the worst that I could find?
And did you know desire's a terrible thing? But I rely on mine.

Confusing Retribution

Some of you might remember the Driveby Goldfishing that took place a while ago. It was an unfortunate event, but the goldfish are still alive today (well, most of them). I have another tale of woe which involves another variation on a classic action. You'll just have to read to see.

Before I went to Tennessee (oh, did I not tell you? I went to Tennessee. There, now I told you) I parked my truck in the visitor parking lot at my brother's apartment complex. I had a parking permit and all was legal.

I came back and as I passed my truck, I saw something on the window...looked kinda white. I thought my car had been egged. The only explanation was that someone was angry that I was partaking in the parking spot for over a week and they thought that was unfair so they egged my car.

Then I took a closer look.

It wasn't egg on my windows. And whatever it was, was on both windows, the windshield, and the doors. Then I found something in the bed...an empty can of Campbell’s Soup. I held it up...made the weird connection in my mind...and became even more confused.

Let me get this straight...somebody became irate that there was nowhere to park, they randomly chose my truck (possibly because it had a nice shady spot), went inside their house, got a can of Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom Soup, opened it up, went back outside, and proceeded to fling said soup all over said truck.

Who does that!?! Who throws soup on a car when they're mad? Then again, one time, I honey and coffee grinded someone's car. But that was because I was trying to impress a pretty girl. Maybe this is karmic realignment. You know. If I believed in Karma.

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On a wholly different note I just watched Amelie for probably the 15th time. But I came the closest to crying, out of any time I've seen any movie, this time. (I'm still waiting for the movie which will make a tear escape the clutches of my eyes) The kissing scene at the end kills me. I don't think I'll be watching it again for a long time.

Unless the water stops lapping at the blackened shore, my trust will dip and wane and dance to the rhythm of the sub-decibel pulsing ever present in my ears. Unless the water stops rolling and crashing and soaking my tears can't be heard by those needing to hear. The now deafened ears are transfixed on a sound that doesn't even exist outside of the mind. Like a ghost to aural senses some papers are moved, a light flickers with power and, ultimately, leaves darkness for all. The gift of sight ends up being a curse strapped to dragging feet stuck to lethargic legs swinging from a dead weight pelvis toting a sluggish torso lugging unmoving arms and a neck but no head. The heart, oh the heart, don't get me started. Don't make me laugh. Let me zip up the black plastic and let's just leave it be. Opened mouths mispronounce upscale words filled with vowels while hands clench, knuckles white, who needs blood to show anger? The simplest of all words and all thoughts, of emotions, is tricky and quite deadly...or deceitful one might say. With a wave of the wand what one once thought was one thing will wonder away, washing clean of existence. The signature in red sits on black dotted lines sits on pure white papyrus sits in gas lit alight. So sing another song filled with too many feelings and dig at the meanings you can't live without. What makes you so whatever it is that you are is a mystery to me wrapped in leather bound enigma. My advice then is eat sleep drink kill love rest will go die burn lift go feel sigh drink touch lust glow build break lie cheat yell run fall thrash melt stray go jump fight think bleed cut show meet hide look don't go live ride smile play clench write push fall dream say go strip scratch tie cut scream go please don't go

Some Eggywegs for My Droogies

Thursday Night
He told me the Xanax would take care of the pain as I hit him harder this time. He wanted me to punch him in the collar bone, but I had this idea that I would break his collar bone and I don't think I could handle the sound that would make. Maybe it was the Jager.

Friday Night
I actually uttered the words, "Can I buy you a drink?" That was the first time I've ever said that in all seriousness. So I bought her a Ten and tonic and we took a polaroid picture...though it's only the back of her head looking away from me and my face looking either confused, sad, or drunk...or all of the above. I told her I would visit her in New York as I gave her a hug. I felt sadness. Then I looked at everyone else who was there to say goodbye to her and buy her drinks and realized I barely knew any of them.

Saturday Night
I just went to the store for the sole purpose of buying toilet paper. This might not sound odd, but I've never done it before. I suddenly had the odd image of myself standing in line with toilet paper...and that's it. You know, like when you see a couple in a store and all they are buying is condoms. Usually they'll pick up some extra items like a toothbrush and toothpaste and some mouthwash...like they're going to trick people into thinking that they came to the store because they had the undeniable urge to have a very clean mouth.

Walking back to my brother's house I passed a blue thong laying on the walkway. It wasn't there when I left 20 minutes earlier. Something very strange must have happened in my absence.

All Are One....heh

I'm still confused by the fact that I can now tell people, "I've played at the House of Blues." Sure I'll leave out the part where we didn't play on the main stage, but we played the HOB nonetheless.

We showed up a couple hours early and were stressed over getting in one band member (who was only playing the shaker) and one band member's brother (who was turning 19 that day) into a strictly 21 and up VIP room. Turns out all we had to do was cross our fingers and have them stick their wrists out and say, "We're in the band." In the end we had 6 people with artist wristbands on, though we only had 4 people in the band.

They led us to a posh lounge that was only for the musicians where we had free food and drinks. Mark Broussard (I'm not taking the time to look up how to really spell his name) was in the room next to us having a much fancier dinner with much fancier drinks.

We set up, played our hardest, and packed up. We had a really good number of people show up despite a huge amount of people being turned away due to the age restriction. I guess, as Aron put it, bellydancers + alcohol = shenanigans. I guess the under 21 crowd is not allowed to be exposed to the drunken cavorting that took place by the end of the night.

Everyone keeps asking me, "Wait...your fourth show ever with the band was at the House of Blues, and your next three shows are at the Hard Rock Cafe in Beverly Hills and on the Universal Citywalk? HOW?" All I can do is shrug my shoulders and say, "I don't know, but I'm not questioning it."

Melt

He stood there and watched her sleep as a tear or two silently rolled down his cheek. A trembling lip, a clenched fist, a sleepless night...maybe a dream.

She laid there with her back to him. She slept soundly.

He sat on the bed, almost touched her leg, thought otherwise. This was the last place he wanted to be, though he wanted to be there forever.

He knew, in his heart of hearts, that love like this would never come again.