Friday, July 31, 2009

Stupid band...

Here I am, in rainy ass Mobile Alabama, with it's elephant's. To be honest, managing a band for free is some stupid ass shit. It feels like a real kick in the raisin bag. Perhaps tonight's show will be better than last nights show, because last nights show never happened and I drove these assholes to the beach, then on to Mobile. To make matters worse, after we arrived here, we went to a show, stayed out to late, came home and I had to sleep on the hard ass floor while the rest of these assholes took the couches and pillowed cots. They didn't even play, I drove, I managed, I worked. I love them, but damn are they dick heads sometimes.
Right, today we went and had breakfast at a Waffle House, of course. An added bonus was that you could smoke in that little redneck shit-hole. After we left there, after Brent and Garrett drink fifty plus cups of coffee, they had to have espresso and Garrett had to have cigarettes, as did myself. We pull into a Shell for the cigarettes and so Justin could use the ATM, and as I am sure you guessed the ATM was out of order. Justin, Garrett, Dave and myself walked across a busy intersection to find a working ATM, which we did. Garrett is a pussy and was looking for a very specific type of cigarette that could not be found at the Stop and Shop. Back across the street we go, back to the Shell. I was in the back of the gas-station deciding on a drink to purchase when I hear Garrett throwing some kind of temper-tantrum in front of the counter.
The story goes as such, Garrett forgot his license, or so he believed, in his bag back where we are staying. The clerk wanted to see his ID, which he believed he didn't have. She won't sell them to him, he turns to David and says "Will you buy these for me?" The Clerk starts to mumble something and refuses to sell the cigarettes to David, or any cigarettes for that matter. Garrett yells something like, "This is the dumbest fucking gas-station I have ever been to. You people are fucking idiots!" and storms out. Dave walks to the back and ask me to buy him the cigarettes because Garrett has fucked it up. I try, and I am turned down. As I am walking out, Justin is walking in to try his luck at the simple task of buying cigarettes. I hear the clerk say "I don't know what this guy is doing, like I didn't see what car he is in." He is turned down as well, of course.
Justin then walks back across the busy intersection back to the Stop and Shop to buy the rejected cigarettes for Garrett, that he didn't want in the first place. Meanwhile, Garrett, the dick head, realizes that his ID is in his pocket, where it has been the whole time. Back in the gas-station he goes, while the rest of us, aside from Justin, looked on in the car. We see him talking some dumb shit and waving him ID around like some ape-shit asshole. Garrett returns right as Justin returns and we drive off. All of that for one pack of cigarettes.
Today we have watched The Dark Knight, Shawn of the Dead and Wayne's World. Thankfully soon we are going over to the Alabama Music Box for the show.
More soon.