Around this time four years ago, I hosted my good friend Bex and her eponymous band in Oakland during the West Coast leg of their tour. After their show with Chalk Talk at Stay Gold in West Oakland, I drove the band back to my fortified compound by Lake Merritt, made everyone little beds around my living room, tucked them in, and kissed their foreheads. Bex and I went back into my room and lay in my bed holding each other and talking for most of the night. It was very sweet . . .
In the morning, they had to leave for Los Angeles to do a gig in Glendale. Everyone was exhausted from having driven across the entire country to get to California, playing shows all along the way, and this being the final stretch . . . and so saying, having nothing better to do with my life, and being at least mildly suicidal on account of some things I ought not speak aloud, I offered to drive the car to LA to give everyone a break. The band unanimously agreed to it, and so I went along. I made everyone breakfast (which included my Famous Smoothie . . .) and then we loaded everything in the car and got the hell out of there, headed south fast and white-knuckling it through the canyons to make it to the show on time . . .
I wrote about the whole saga back then if you’d like to read it . . .
I remember it got a lot of views. People from all over the world read it! I think maybe Bex and her band reposted it or something . . .
THOUGH YEAH . . .
Hey man, what can I say? July always reminds me of that little time in my life when Bex inadvertently rescued me from my own suffocating despair by giving me purpose and showing me affection. She was so kind and sweet to me. I badly needed it. We even sort of got engaged there for a little while??
She got that heart tag made at a Petco, by the way. I love it . . .
ANYWAY . . .
Years later, here in the Dark World, Bex and I both need saving this time, so we are going to save each other. And we’re going to save Nicole the Olivetti Girl as well, who in turn will also save us. We are all cracked about the head, and sadly need mending. And how do we plan to go about this? By renting a house in Tuscany and having a Long Weekend, of course . . .
WILL WE SUCCEED in saving ourselves . . . in saving each other? Of course we will. I have already visited the future and made sure. I won’t spoil it for you though.
Until then . . .
