The morning after another rough night, I could still feel the burning sensation of alcohol in my system. My head throbbed in pain as I tried to piece together the events of the previous evening. I remembered stumbling into the Anti-Social, the familiar smell of stale beer and liquor welcoming me like an old friend. I had spent hours there, attempting to numb the pain and frustration that my life had become. The nights at the Anti-Social were a blur of faces and laughter, a stark contrast to the emptiness I felt inside. I knew I was on a destructive path, seeking solace in the bottle and the company of strangers who knew nothing about me or my struggles. Yet, as much as I recognized the futility of my actions, I couldn’t seem to stop myself. It was as if I was watching my life spiral out of control from a distance, unable to intervene. As I stood on the rooftop of Output, the setting sun casting an eerie glow on the horizon, I felt a strange sense of detachment from the world around me. Just a few minutes away, Brenna was going about her life, doing her best to move on from the mess I had created. I stared out into the distance, my heart aching with the knowledge that she was so close, yet so impossibly far away. I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, contemplating the choices that had led me to this point. Every decision I had made, every path I had chosen, had seemed like the right one at the time. But now, as I stood alone on that rooftop, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been wrong all along. Had I been chasing a dream that was destined to slip through my fingers, leaving me with nothing but broken relationships and shattered ambitions? As the sun dipped below the horizon, I order another drink and lose myself.
The next gig we played was a far cry from the Blue Parrot Lounge. The stage was smaller, the lights dimmer, and the crowd, well, it was practically non-existent. It was just a handful of people scattered throughout the room, barely paying attention to us as we took the stage….
It was Christmas Day, and the sun had barely risen when my family and I woke up to begin unwrapping gifts under the twinkling lights of the tree. The scent of pine and anticipation filled the air as we eagerly reached for our presents, laughter, and joy warming the room….
My boy Ricky and I shared a deep love for Radiohead, a bond that would lead to many listening sessions in his basement apartment. You see, Ricky is a DJ and his eclectic taste in music not only served for moments of inspiration but has allowed him to host various…