I got a bike today and spent the day with the best boyfriend
So far I’ve blown up a dishwasher in my basement, eaten Ghareeb Nawaz more than once, fucked more we can even handle, had a show in my basement, faced my fears and went to a show in Hammond and it was great, skinny dipped in Lake Michigan where the waves were bigger than most times I’ve swam in the Atlantic Ocean but it was warmer than most ponds I’ve been in, saw Una Bestia Incontrollable, and now I’ve got something like 4 potential gigs for today and a couple hundred dollars between Harold and I.
Yesterday was fun. I had a carb hangover from going to dinner with Aryn and my aunt and eating poutine grilled cheese . Jess and I walked along the river and dipped our feet in. At her house, Victoria made lunch and we sat with the grown women and I felt sort of valuable. Scharf was in town and met up with us. We hit up Fairmount for bagels and then St. Viateur to compare (St. Vi won, obvs). Scharf treated us because he took a while so we called him bagel daddy and I made him tie my shoes and give me change for the metro home but he liked it. The IMPALERS show was at Loudhouse where I’d never been before and I didn’t know many people there. I got to say goodbye to Steve Believe and shooting the shit with Mike and Juan Carlos and Vic was nice albeit brief. Jess went home. Jason went home. I went for a bike ride around Verdun before returning the bike to Martin’s house and getting half-followed twice on the way home. In the morning Jess walked me to the metro and I’ll miss being her neighbour. My flight was delayed but I was at the airport early so they switched me to an earlier flight but I guess there’s some shit happening with my airline and I’m posted up in Toronto City airport waiting for my plane to get here from Washington and deliver me right to Harold’s arms or some shit. Pray that they don’t deny me at the border.
I got home last night and my room smelled terrible. I thought maybe the garbage smell had wafted in the window but when I woke up there was a little dead mouse next to my bed with bugs crawling through it. Thanks for the parting gift, Jolene.
A year plus a few months ago UNFUN played a show in Chicago. Tim gave us all the pizza we could eat and I managed to sell a surprising amount of their poorly dubbed tapes and shirts that we screened in a hurry in Minneapolis after the crazy house show with everyone on mushrooms and oogles burning the pool table and me fucking some dude on a pile of garbage. I woke up on Tim Murphy’s floor and found him and Declan smoking cigarettes in the back room. Tim questioned why a straight edger would tour with party dudes and Declan proudly explained that I was chill; I didn’t give a fuck. That day was so fun. Lenny tried to buy us snow cones but the cart sold elote and we took bites without looking and spit the mayo onto the ground outside the bar. Mikey drove the van to the show and I shotgunned a red bull and spit it back onto Declan’s lap. After the show and a poorly thought out quickie in the washroom and after Declan got his face smashed into the toilet and I tried to stand up to four guys punching me in the face and the back of the head after we left with Declan’s blood all over both of us after the van got hit by some idiot in a stolen car after Lenny and Declan pulled me out from under cabinets and pieces of the van. After Declan patted my back when I cried sitting on the guard rail somewhere in Indiana. After Lenny sat by my hospital bed while they checked me for brain damage. After making frantic half-conscious collect calls to Canada. After recovering at Beth and Jake’s for a few days and borrowing change to get the cta to the Canadian embassy because my passport was gone and I had nothing. After all that I spent three nice weeks in Chicago. Grazi made coffee and practiced bass. Zach and I would read in the backyard and sometimes I’d get the train to go wander around a different neighborhood or go to a show. Now it’s more than a year later and I’m not stuck anywhere.
I leave Canada tomorrow and I’m a little terrified but mostly excited.