Drummer BoyI met Sam as an afterthought. He was a drummer in a rock band, if one could call a bunch of guys in a basement with a randomly-generated name a rock band. They could have been called Mystic Cargo or Voodoo Syndrome or Dairy Shelf, for all I knew. What I did know was that I had my first gig in a couple of weeks and that I needed a band to back me up. As a high school student with no connections, I didn’t have much choice. As a trio with a number of original songs and nowhere to play them, neither did they.
As a drummer, Sam defied all stereotypes. His hair was long, curling upward and outward like a helmet, and he wore glasses that were always falling off the tip of his nose by the end of a song. Most surprising to me was his composure. He didn’t have that indefatigable energy found in a stereotypical drummer, the kind you see on TV who smash their head against the air as if it were solid. Sam’s head shook when he played, yes; but it was a slinky instead of a hammer, b
You are Beautiful!Boy: You’re beautiful.
Girl: Stop lying to me!
Boy: I’m telling you the truth.
Girl: No, you’re not. I have scars, bruises, and cuts all over my body! How can you say I’m beautiful?! (Begins to cry)
Boy: Because you are.
Girl: Cut the crap! I’m not beautiful! I have been told through out my life I’m worthless, stupid and most of all ugly! So don’t tell me I’m ‘beautiful!’ (The girl throws her fists at the boy)
Boy: (grabs girl by her hands and hold them still) Who told you those lies?
Girl: (struggles to get free but fails) Everyone, everybody, my father, my mother and anybody who bother to look at me! All of them have hurt me terribly!
Boy: Wrong! (Get closer)
Girl: How am I wrong?!
Boy: Because you’re not worthless, stupid, or ugly. You’re precious, intelligent, and most of all, you’re gorgeous to me! Anyone who ever thought you were not dear is extremely mess up in the head.
Girl: Will you stop
Insanity Has Firewalls TooI want to set fire to
all the voices that
dance their way into