“Hey Kirt! I was working on that riff you were talking about but man, fuck the Jews.” I still couldn’t believe that Kirt wouldn’t accept my new method of striking when playing my harmonics. I just wanted to impress him. It doesn’t matter if he’s dead, he’s my teacher. That’s all.
“It’s Damian man. I told you, I don’t go by Jessie any more. He’s dead. The Catholic Church burned him in a bitter rage. He’s dead and soon you will join him. Anyways, Brittany and I wanted to ask if you’d be our kid’s godfather?” Where the hell did Kirt go man? I wanted to show him that piece I wrote when the neighbors finally turned off the listening device.”
“Ok, Jessie, Brittany is not your girlfriend. You were doing so good man! What happened? I got you that gig with my friend’s band, and now they won’t talk to me, what did you do?”
I don’t get this dude’s problem. Jimmy and Kirt taught me the secrets of the universe. Fuck that band he’s talking about. Their drummer can’t even keep up with my key changes and my natural talent. I will bring the Pope to his knees. “Listen Allan, I just smoked a little dope with those cats and they were all freaked out, so I peaced out, plain and simple”.
“You smoked pot?! You know marijuana exacerbates your problem Jessie! You were doing so good! What about that job at the recording studio? Did you get it?”
“Man those guys were tools, sent by the government. They couldn’t even see beyond their training to hear the rhythm I set down! I can’t work there! That place is crap. And besides, I’d lose my SSI! I don’t want to work man, I just want to play. The antichrist will come, he hast to. Fuck Jesus. He doesn’t know a damn thing. I am God.”
“Jessie, I spent ten minutes on the phone with that guy! All you had to do was sweep the place and clean the bathrooms! I keep giving you an in and you keep fucking it up man! You said you wanted a manager!”
“Man I can play like the wind blows. It don’t matter at all if these losers know what I got. My band will be the future. And Brittany and I will live happily ever after. You know that man!”
“Jessie! Brittany Spears is not your girlfriend. You have got to get your shit together! You spent a month in isolation because you thought the girl at Starbucks was a spy! And now you’re on Haldol and smoking weed again. You’re band is going nowhere, and quick.”
I wish I’d never tried acid before. I hate this guy, he always reminds me of the world I’m not a part of any more. What does he want from me? The future is hell. I just love my guitar and everything else is dead. Metal is life man. Kirt, show this guy the door.Share...