Monarch Sea
9/22/2006
Last night, probably the saddest day in my 32 years as a human being, my Mother-In-Law knocked on my door. I dried my eyes, opened the door, and she virtually yanked me down the road. "Come quick; you gotta see this," she exclaimed. Watery-eyed, I followed, though I had a nice little limp because my foot was asleep.
We walked through her yard and through the wild miasma of trees, then down the path adjascent to the little creek. The bushes and trees and the air above us swam with dozens upon dozens of Monarch butterflies.
Later that night at Saffron Coffeehouse, I played a small set with Jonas. Because I didn't have my drums with me, I borrowed an inexpensive guitar and used it as a slapdrum. Fell of the stage, cut my hand, and bled all over Chris's poor guitar. It was very awkward and strange.
If David Lynch planted a camera in my brain this week, the resulting footage would make for his next grand masterpiece. Perhaps I should obtain a camera.
Another strange day in the life of Novachild.
posted by novachild @ Friday, September 22, 2006,
