We spent almost the whole summer sitting in a driveway. I was thinking about this a lot last week, and I don’t remember what I did with most of my life. Like, what did we do in the evenings? What was that guy’s name? Chris? No, definitely not, but something like that. I lived with the dude all summer and we drove across the country together at the end of the gig. What a life.
Edit: Scott, I think. Came to me as I was driving home from my first gig in forever. Fuckin’ Scott from Connecticut. I would have sworn i kept some kind of a journal on that trip, but while I can find words from before (like, right before) and after that summer, I cannot find a thing from summer of 1999.…m
There were times when the guy we worked for didn’t come out of the house for days. I wonder how we ate or what we did. I kind of wonder what that crazy fucker is doing now. I hope he was miserable about all that stuff for a long time afterward because he was such an asshole. That guy mortgaged his home to pay for that ridiculous project without telling his wife and children. Also he brought on a “marketing” girl from Florida who decided that she could tell us what to do without actually having any experience, authority or relevance to our project. He also tried to get us to clean out and organize his “tech shed,” knowing full well we’d never be using any of that crap. We caught on after a couple days. I wish i’d kept a journal or something of that time in my life.
He had a daughter who was kind of close to our age, who took us to a club one night, which was one of the weirder experiences of my life. We also did a decent amount of bowling. I’ve always hated bowling, but the summer was so lame, I liked it then. There was also a pizza place in that shopping center that made mediocre pizza that i remember eating occasionally. I also remember begging to be taken in the truck to go do laundry. That sucked. We must have bought food at some grocery store at that time, too. I wonder what we ate?