Rock and/or roll,

It's kind of a funny thing being in a band, people. It's like having a bunch of intimate relationships at once with none of the needed sexual release (Ed. Note - except maybe between Pete and Gordon). But like any intimate relationship, when it's going well it's perhaps the greatest feeling in the world, like everything in the universe is spinning the right way. And when it's going poorly, Jesus Christ, it's like every minute is someone sticking a hot needle under your fingernails while singing that frigging Evanescence song.

I bring it up because this morning on my bike ride to work this point was brought into sharp relief. I was just riding along, minding my business and thinking about the band. We've had a few really good rehearsals in a row, we're all getting along, we have new rock jams and there's a movie showing about next week where I look really fat. What else do you need? Anyway, as I'm riding in my uncharacteristic good mood, I cross an intersection where a man and a woman are in a car fighting. As I cross, the light turns green and the dude EX-PLODES because I'm delaying his crossing by perhaps 3 milliseconds. So he revs his engine, peels out just after I pass and pulls up next to me. His face is all red and he is screaming every curse he knows at me. I just look at him all confused and don't do anything (Ed. Note - doubtful). He finally screams one more "Fuck You!!!!!!!!!!" and peels away. It was, of course, ka-ray-zee.

I'm not sure what the point of this story is really, but I think it has something to do with the need to try and get along with the people you're close to lest you go absolutely bat-shit insane and almost kill a poor bike riding musician...