meximick's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So we met the drummer from Godsmack Out last night at a bar, drinking barrels of beer and liquor. Met a guy who claimed to be the drummer from Godsmack, and while I'm not a big fan, I was impressed (I impress very easily). He talked a good game - they were apparently in town, fresh from Ozzfest, recording a new album in a Chi studio called Trax. Not bad - a little celebrity notice. The drummer left soon after, but the guys he was with stayed, so we asked him about Godsmack, and he was clearly a bit on the fucked up side, drug-wise. He also claimed that the drummer was going to return soon with ecstacy from Amsterdam, which he said was awesome. He and his friend at the bar were rolling, he claimed. So the drummer came back, and we made nice-nice, and the bathroom drug trade in that bar just exploded. Pills downed, we resumed drinking. Godsmack left not too soon after - we were invited to go to the club too, but we declined. After about 20 minutes, 2 guys came up to us, asking if we bought anything off the drummer, and we said we did. He had taken the X over an hour before, and felt nothing. Much excitement came of this revelation, as a cash transaction had just taken place in the restroom for the drugs to give us the happy feelings, and it turned out that our little perfect, celebrity-noticing, drug eating world was falling down around our gin and tonics. So we hatched a plan - we will track him down and get back our money with a sternly worded complaint. We were disgruntled customers, and if we didn't stick to our guns, the American consumer would suffer. We clearly had to correct this injustice by tracking him down and kicking the shit out of him - and I am the kind of person who runs from confrontation in general - not to mention drug transactions that have gone bad. The 2 guys we had just met and the three of us piled into his convertible, which was never designed to hold more than one passenger, and headed off to the club. And wouldn't you believe - the drummer from Godsmack and his drug eating friends weren't there! And I don't think that guy was even from Godsmack! So as I write this entry from home, skipping work, nursing a horrible internal struggle to stay alive, I feel I have learned a bit of a lesson here. 20:32:46 - 2000-09-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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