The Rise and Fall of a Coffeehouse Rock Star God
The Beginning, Part II
.....I had $120.00 waiting for me at the coffee house from artwork I never intended to sell. I was very pleased with myself as I got ready to head downtown. In leu of my customary leather jacket, I donned a black and gold embroidered waistcoat that I scored from my friend, Jack. I buckled my vintage tanker boots and applied the usual eyeliner. As I approached the coffeeshop, I was staggered by what I saw. There were about 150 people mingling on the corner. There were all sorts...punks, ravers and law students. All discussing different perspectives. It was incredible. I'd never come down here when there were people about. The shop itself could only accomodate about 25 people.As I made my way through the crowd, I ran into a skinny punk rock kid called James. "Dude.." he said, "You are GOTH AS FUCK!" This is the first time I remember being described as "Goth". I wasn't sure how to take the comment, so I just smiled nervously and made my way to the bar. There, I found Paul, smiling cheerfully. He brought me around to the other side of the bar and gave me my money. Ha paused slightly tilted his head and said.."I've been thinking: I'd really like you to work for me...would you be interested?" I was shocked. The hydrocodone was starting to kick in. "Yes, I would!" I managed to say through my painkiller induced stupor. "Great" He said. "can you come in tomorrow night, at about 11?" I agreed and departed. In celebration of my unwitting triumph, I treated myself to a feast at Perkin's consisting of waffles, fries and too much Mountain Dew. Groovy.
...To be continued....
The Beginning, Part II
.....I had $120.00 waiting for me at the coffee house from artwork I never intended to sell. I was very pleased with myself as I got ready to head downtown. In leu of my customary leather jacket, I donned a black and gold embroidered waistcoat that I scored from my friend, Jack. I buckled my vintage tanker boots and applied the usual eyeliner. As I approached the coffeeshop, I was staggered by what I saw. There were about 150 people mingling on the corner. There were all sorts...punks, ravers and law students. All discussing different perspectives. It was incredible. I'd never come down here when there were people about. The shop itself could only accomodate about 25 people.As I made my way through the crowd, I ran into a skinny punk rock kid called James. "Dude.." he said, "You are GOTH AS FUCK!" This is the first time I remember being described as "Goth". I wasn't sure how to take the comment, so I just smiled nervously and made my way to the bar. There, I found Paul, smiling cheerfully. He brought me around to the other side of the bar and gave me my money. Ha paused slightly tilted his head and said.."I've been thinking: I'd really like you to work for me...would you be interested?" I was shocked. The hydrocodone was starting to kick in. "Yes, I would!" I managed to say through my painkiller induced stupor. "Great" He said. "can you come in tomorrow night, at about 11?" I agreed and departed. In celebration of my unwitting triumph, I treated myself to a feast at Perkin's consisting of waffles, fries and too much Mountain Dew. Groovy.
...To be continued....
elfboy:
Conspiring writer, are we?
elfboy:
Cool!