Soaping with myself again.
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The Main Story; Saturday, June 19th, 1999
Me and Geezer were at a buffet place, having sausage and chips [french fries], and a few pints of beer.
"So, Ozz..." He started. I met Tommy's drummer; Keith. He's a nice guy. I think you might like him."
"Well, Our band never plays any-f---ing-thing. We played, once? And practiced... twice? And Lee the drummer broke his wrist! What are we supposed to do with a drummer with one hand?" -
"Yeah you're right," He said. "But the rythm guitarist and the other guitarist/vocalist for Mythic quit."
"Wow. Poor Tommy and Keith. All alone. Just them, eh?" -
"Exactly," He told me, a hint of genius in his voice.
"So what are you thinkin'?" I said blankly. He looked at me like I was stupid.
"You're a singer," He said very slowly. "I'm a bassist.
"Keith is a drummer, Tommy a guiatrist. What. Does. That. Form?" -
"Um. It forms a band... But us? With Tony? and Keith? Are you insane?" I said.
Geezer frowned. "Nevermind, forget I ever said anything." And he walked off.
I watched him go down the street until he was just a little black mark against the buildings. There I sat, alone, staring out the window. -
*Tommy
I finished my drink and set off running after him. "Geezer. That crazy bloke." -
After a while of running, and trying to find Geezer, I decided to get back home. I mean, what was I gonna do now?
"Ozz!? Ozz!?" Someone muttered behind me. I whipped around.
"Pietro? What are you doing?" I looked at him. His face was streaked with dirt, and he had this teeth showing grin.
"Ozz, want an apple?" -
I snatched an apple. "Thanks, Pete. I love the apples you steal."
He snickered. "It's not stealing, it's borrowing! Besides, those old rich people don't know that tree is even on their property."
"Pete, they ain't rich! We're just poorer then them, Y'know. I mean look at us. We're stealing apples, for Christ's sake. That's how hungry we are. I mean, sure, I'm positive that they're kids steal apples too. But just not as much as we do, y'know?"
"Whatever, just eat the apple." He said, his grin getting bigger. "I'll get you some more tomorrow." -
"Hey Pete, have you seen Geezer?"
"Geezer? Geezer Rydel? That crazy fellow was going on about how he was gonna sell out Madison Square Garden." He giggled. "Yeah, right."
"Oh, Geezer!!! Listen, if you see him, Tell 'im to come over my house."
"Will do!" And he ran off. -
I have to fuking do this again!
I snickered. "Christ sake's. An apple! Of all the things. Apples." I took a bite of the damned thing and walked home. -
The next week
I had quit school. Wasn't ever gonna go back. Never. Geezer already had way to many absences and was expelled that Tuesday. So there the two of us were. School-less, broke, and bored. Meanwhile Tommy And Keith had breakdowns and didn't even think of us. -
Me and Geezer were in that dinner, drinking pints and eating sausage.
"I'm tired of f---in' sausage. It gets old after 8 years. It's either sausage, chips [fries] or apples. I'm tired of it. I want money, Geezer."
He looked at me and did that stupid laugh he did. He found everything so funny when it just wasn't funny. "We all want money, Ozz. Even rich boy Tommy." -
(THIS IS GETTING SEXY.)
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I laughed -truly- at that. "Rich? Geez. You're the best bloke on the face of the earth. C'mon, we have a band to form."
I downed my pint and lead him out the door. -
LOLOL WUT VEGE.
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(I dunno, I like popping in randomly. xD Continue~.)
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