My brother, sister in law, and cousin are upstairs, listening to music, laughing, eating, and about to watch hulu together. I’m downstairs alone in my cold room; Drinking tea, leafing through The Bible of the Adversary, and writing about Satan.
A customer just came into the record store and bought “Badmotorfinger” out of the bargain bin. I immediately became ecstatic and found myself chattering about how I’d road tripped to see them at The Gorge in July, how I had seen Chris Cornell play a solo show at The Warfield in San Francisco in 2007 and how I saw Audioslave in 2004 purely because I was so excited that he was doing stuff with ANY band, and then proceeded to find his solo album from 1999 on the shelf and put it on in the store.
I was so excited that when my old boss leaned in the doorway and said hello, I did the “How are you?” “I’m good, how are you?” “I’m good how are you?” thing, looked back at the customer—who, at this point, was shrinking back in what was most likely half terror, half awe—and gave him his change. He practically sprinted out the door. Backwards.
I would ask what the fuck is wrong with me, but let’s be honest—that is purely awesome.