guitargeek

(sigh)

Well, I went over to my buddy's house yesterday.

I told him that I wanted just a few minutes of his time so I could say a couple things, and that he could have as much of my time as he wanted.

"I did not fuck up your bike. I do not want to kill you. I'm not out to get you. If I'd wanted to kill you, I would have shot you."

He said, "That's a great thing to say, Justin, 'I would have shot you.'"

"Yes," I said. "My point is that I'm not trying to kill you! Doesn't it seem like a lot of trouble to kill someone by building them a bike and then sabotaging it?

"I value our friendship. I really do appreciate the things you've done for me. Hell, you threw me that kick ass birthday party! That was awesome!"

He just sort of grunted.

"I have no idea what would make you think that I would fuck up your bike."

"Man, you freaked out on me about a year ago, saying 'We never hang out anymore!' Maybe you did it so that we'd spend this summer together, rebuilding my bike. When you first looked at the cuts on the frame you said that we'd have to completely take the bike apart. Man, you don't have to take everything apart to weld the frame!"

"Well, to do it right, yeah, it's a good idea. And it wouldn't take all summer to do this, either. You saw how quickly I took my bike apart, why would yours be any different? Mine's taking forever to put back together, sure, but that's because I'm changing it all up."

"Whatever, Justin, I'm not a dumbass."

I didn't say anything to that.

I loaded my engines into the trunk of the car.

"Man, I love you like a brother. I've always considered you family. I would never do anything to hurt you, and would do everything in my power to keep you from getting hurt. That's what friends do. I hope that you can figure out that I'm not your enemy, I'm your friend."

I was getting choked up, and I could tell from his expression that everything I was saying was bouncing off, so I got in the car and drove home. I've known this dude for decades. He's a great, great guy about 90% of the time, but the other 10% he's just a dumb dick...

Buoyed by the support of two good friends who called me yesterday, I felt good enough to dive right in and start working on my new engine. It also seems kind of important to maintain the rhythm of the work, and it helps me feel better if I can accomplish something...













I went to start replacing gaskets and can't find my damn sealer...