Free’s Journal Archive: 12-4-01

Certain things can bring a group of people together: similar ideas, tastes, current events (none of which glues the people on this ride). We found a common ground last night. The movie “Friday.” We watched it, laughed together, quoted it, philosophized on it. It was deep, man. Now we are all in synch. We have reached communion.

I woke up this morning and Mt. Shasta was directly in front of my hotel door. Fuck, man, that ruled. I ran towards it for about half hour, wishing I could jump inside it and swim around in it, kind of like when Keanu Reeves dove right into the Agent dude at the end of the Matrix. I think the mountain did that to me, actually.

On the way back, there was a significant amount of people standing outside at 10:00 a.m. waiting for the Pizza Hut to open. That’s what I call devotion to the Church of Pizza…. Anyway, now we’re halfway to Seattle. Finally going to play a show for people we don’t know! Rock on. Well, actually, there will be one person (SR) there who I haven’t seen since I kicked him in the balls….. Elaboration:

Me, age 2, my dad and SR (they were in a band together at the time) were in the car. I was sitting on SR’s lap, weighing about 20 lbs, wearing my Forrest Gump leg braces, which could have very well weighed the same. Something spontaneously excited me, and I proceeded to kick him in his ‘credentials.’ What could he do! I was just an innocent child. Knowing my dad and his musician friends, I am sure there was a woman (or few!) out there who were high-fiveing me for the indirect retribution. It definitely made an impact on SR, because he never ceases to remind my dad about it to this day. I will soon be face to face with someone who I innocently killed 1.5 million of their potential children.

Gotta go, going to enjoy the scenery. p&l, fd