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empallinok lets get back to this. as a heads up parts of this may end up cut and or locked because of content. i am jumping ahead in the story to try and get it done. back tracking to high school will come later as i get it straight in my head. there will be some repeating of information from past posts here but you can just deal with that. plus the fact that i know most of you never read those anyway. now with more details...
in april of 1990 my dad and i had just left the bank from cashing my pay check. as i am sitting there counting and dividing the cash he said that since i was still living at his house he was going to have to start charging me rent to help cover costs. i asked how much he had in mind and i handed over right then and there whatever amount it was that he stated. as i gave it to him i explained that i expected it but also i was trying to save up to get an apartment. then after a few minutes of silence he handed it back with this odd look about him. then he says that he was trying to teach me a lesson but apparently there was no need for it. then he asked where and what i had in mind and if i had any idea how much it was going to cost verses how much i had.
i told him that i had been checking the ads in the paper but i really wanted to check out some apartments that were in the neighbourhood i say i grew up in. there were not great apartments but i liked the neighbourhood and i trusted it enough to live on my own in for the first time. sure we were raised as latchkey kids but this was slightly different.
sometime around mid may we went to those very apartments and i put the money down. mayfair gardern had just changed owners and the new owners were slowly doing remodeling. because of that i could not move in immediately. they had even hired an interior decorator to do some serious work to them. so we agreed on a floor plan and a date and the rent was prorated to that set date. [if i find it i have the check with exact date so this maybe corrected. matter of fact all of the dates from this part may be corrected since i still have all of the checks. that will all be explained much later.] so we went back to the house and i started sorting and packing. the set date was about a week away. not that long but i only had a room for of stuff and some of it was still packed from the trip to chicago just under a year earlier.
at the time i knew i wasnt going the easy way by getting my own apartment but like a lot of people i was not going to live with my parents for years on end. i am also fully aware that i am not an easy person to live with for a whole host of reasons. so getting a roommate was out. never mind the fact that i have a very low tolerance for an overly large group of the population. if its not one thing its everything.
on move in day my younger sister and i used my dads truck to move some of the smaller more manageable items while waiting for my dad to get off work to help with any larger items. it was a second floor apartment with a nice view of nw 50th so nothing was getting moved very quickly. at on point we were carrying a crate of records and she tripped over a small step send her backwards while i tried to keep the whole crate from landing full force in the middle of her. this was my records so i was already on full alert but catching 100+ records at any angle is not an easy task by any means. not even a possible task. as it turned out it ended up pinching her ankle a little bit between the crate and the concrete. bruised her a little but nothing broken or bleeding so all things considered it was a good save.
of course in the seconds prior to setting them down my mind went aflurry in chaos while i tried to figure out what to do. sister. records. sister. records. sister. records. the records can be replaced and arent screaming in pain. so i got them set down to the side and checked on the sister. after i found out she was mostly ok i checked on them. they had survived with better results than her so i had her manage doors while i carried that crate of records. and the next. and the next. it is primarily because of this incident that all music moves are only handled by me if all possible. if they or i get fucked up in the process it is only my fault and only me. makes for a lot less stress on my end of things. touch those stacks without approval and you shall die a slow painful death.
that evening when my dad got off of work he helped me with the very few larger items and it was done. after we got it unloaded we drove across the street to target to get some other needed items. sheets. a metal folding chair (black of course). a little summer beach pack that cost something like $10 that contained a comb, a hairdryer, a wash cloth, and a towel. i only bought one that day but in the following days i went back for a second one of those. and if i look i still have the towel from the orange set and the washcloth from the yellow set. everything in them was one of those colours. let me tell you an orange comb and hair dryer are the height of fashion. on that first trip i also bought an answearing machine that would end the end be the source of hours of humour.
you know that first night alone was quite a wild night. my mind racing with thoughts of everything i needed to get done still. what furniture i might need. sure i could have gone thrift scoring and picked up whatever but i would rather have things i like or nothing at all. after years of living with things i could not stand i was fine with pretty much nothing. i had a desk and a chair. the desk had been in my dads possession longer than i had so felt somewhat honoured that i was allowed to take it. and i had a tv that didnt even have cable. feh. no biggie. it was usually just on for background noise. i didnt have a bed but i have always been better about sleeping on floors than beds.
a few days later we had a birthday party for the terrible two and things were well prepared. the other birthday boy was late getting there so another friend and i put 'h üsker d ü s ücks' on the wall using a roll of green sterilization tape i had. as soon as he walked in he was unknowing dragged in front of it for a picture (almost certainly using my fancy disc camera). after the mission was accomplished we turned him around to show him. he seemed to take it down with as much thrill as it went up with. evil looks abound. always be aware of your surroundings.
a few days after this (possibly a few days before will be corrected as proof if found) a friend that had gone off to texas to go to school came over to visit. i regret that the visit was cut short but her visit was a surprise. even more so that she would even bother coming to visit me while in town to visit her mother. so like so many of my friends is much smarter than i could ever wish to be. with her though i never knew what to say because i always felt anything i said to her would make me look even dummier. a level or respect through fear.
since she was there i had her fix my hair for the faith no more concert that. i had missed them in high school when they played vzds with chuck singing and i was not a fan of the new guy but i would deal with it as it was. on my terms. between her visit and the concert i was on a dangerous high. which led to my excellent do. i had these plastic comb necklaces i had from these toy tub things i bought at a yard sale a few months earlier. i thought it was a good idea to ask her to braid them into my hair. after my friend got there that i was going to the show with i ended up pulling the combs off but still left the plastic cords braided in.
the friend that i was going to the show with had never been to see a live band and this was a good one to start with. she was really unsure what to wear and about a hundred other uncertainties but we got her in the door. this was after faith no more really got their metal following and that was more towards her interests. because of that i was reluctant to go but we made a good team that night.
after we got there i really began to feel uncomfortable but once the band hit the stage it mostly went away. they were playing songs off of the old albums as well as the new so i was all right. i spent most of the show in the pit except for the few breathers i took to make sure she was doing ok. there was an odd connection made at one point when i realized i was being watched from the stage side of things. i was singing along to all of the songs and it was one of those cases where the band recognizes a true fan. seems stupid but it was there. at the time i was a true fan of that band. not one that got into them when the real thing came out. and this was when they were just starting to break so a lot of people were not even aware that they had other albums out.
during one of the crappy song breather i took a walk back and got a cup of water. lots of ice. on the way back there i had several people suggest i get some water and/or take a break. i had years of shows worth of practice at going until couldnt and then some more so i really didnt need these amateurs telling how to handle it but i mumbled semi-polite response any way. as i am standing back at the edge of the pit i noticed my victim was taking pictures. i say victim because because because almost every time i go to a show i find someone to watch in the slow moments. sure its usually girls but this one was different. she was standing at the edge of the pit and now taking pictures too. i had my camera in my hand as often do when allowed and when i actually remember it.
since i had been guarding her during other breaks by standing in front of and to the left of her so as not to block her view. i am not one to go to show to drink or meat people i am there for the music. it is what keeps me alive. i am also not one that is prone to initiating conversation with strangers. this one had style though and i though she also had a disc camera. having taken enough pictures in enough clubs that ended up looking like pure crap because of using one of those in such horrid low light conditions i wanted to make sure she was not making the same mistake. so i asked her what kind of camera she was using. she said she was using her sisters 35mm. and then i explained my reasons for asking. then told her to enjoy the rest of the show. the band had started in on a good song and i was getting vertigo as i often do in stressing situations.
back into the pit i went for a couple of more songs. enjoyed the hell out of them. then it was time to take another break. on the way out i smiled at this girl then went looking for the friend i had rode there with. we decided to go ahead and leave since we both had to work the next day. i didnt know she had been watching during that whole previous episode so i almost regretted saying i had no idea who the girl i was talking to was when she asked. every time i would mention someone cute she would ask if i asked them out. she knew i never did. i did the same to her only because i didnt care for her on again off again boyfriend. so for most of the ride home i had to listen to her ragging on me for not asking out this girl who to her was obviously interested in me. because i can so rarely tell and she was watching the whole thing play out. things i could not see. oh well. then home i was to crash.
in april of 1990 my dad and i had just left the bank from cashing my pay check. as i am sitting there counting and dividing the cash he said that since i was still living at his house he was going to have to start charging me rent to help cover costs. i asked how much he had in mind and i handed over right then and there whatever amount it was that he stated. as i gave it to him i explained that i expected it but also i was trying to save up to get an apartment. then after a few minutes of silence he handed it back with this odd look about him. then he says that he was trying to teach me a lesson but apparently there was no need for it. then he asked where and what i had in mind and if i had any idea how much it was going to cost verses how much i had.
i told him that i had been checking the ads in the paper but i really wanted to check out some apartments that were in the neighbourhood i say i grew up in. there were not great apartments but i liked the neighbourhood and i trusted it enough to live on my own in for the first time. sure we were raised as latchkey kids but this was slightly different.
sometime around mid may we went to those very apartments and i put the money down. mayfair gardern had just changed owners and the new owners were slowly doing remodeling. because of that i could not move in immediately. they had even hired an interior decorator to do some serious work to them. so we agreed on a floor plan and a date and the rent was prorated to that set date. [if i find it i have the check with exact date so this maybe corrected. matter of fact all of the dates from this part may be corrected since i still have all of the checks. that will all be explained much later.] so we went back to the house and i started sorting and packing. the set date was about a week away. not that long but i only had a room for of stuff and some of it was still packed from the trip to chicago just under a year earlier.
at the time i knew i wasnt going the easy way by getting my own apartment but like a lot of people i was not going to live with my parents for years on end. i am also fully aware that i am not an easy person to live with for a whole host of reasons. so getting a roommate was out. never mind the fact that i have a very low tolerance for an overly large group of the population. if its not one thing its everything.
on move in day my younger sister and i used my dads truck to move some of the smaller more manageable items while waiting for my dad to get off work to help with any larger items. it was a second floor apartment with a nice view of nw 50th so nothing was getting moved very quickly. at on point we were carrying a crate of records and she tripped over a small step send her backwards while i tried to keep the whole crate from landing full force in the middle of her. this was my records so i was already on full alert but catching 100+ records at any angle is not an easy task by any means. not even a possible task. as it turned out it ended up pinching her ankle a little bit between the crate and the concrete. bruised her a little but nothing broken or bleeding so all things considered it was a good save.
of course in the seconds prior to setting them down my mind went aflurry in chaos while i tried to figure out what to do. sister. records. sister. records. sister. records. the records can be replaced and arent screaming in pain. so i got them set down to the side and checked on the sister. after i found out she was mostly ok i checked on them. they had survived with better results than her so i had her manage doors while i carried that crate of records. and the next. and the next. it is primarily because of this incident that all music moves are only handled by me if all possible. if they or i get fucked up in the process it is only my fault and only me. makes for a lot less stress on my end of things. touch those stacks without approval and you shall die a slow painful death.
that evening when my dad got off of work he helped me with the very few larger items and it was done. after we got it unloaded we drove across the street to target to get some other needed items. sheets. a metal folding chair (black of course). a little summer beach pack that cost something like $10 that contained a comb, a hairdryer, a wash cloth, and a towel. i only bought one that day but in the following days i went back for a second one of those. and if i look i still have the towel from the orange set and the washcloth from the yellow set. everything in them was one of those colours. let me tell you an orange comb and hair dryer are the height of fashion. on that first trip i also bought an answearing machine that would end the end be the source of hours of humour.
you know that first night alone was quite a wild night. my mind racing with thoughts of everything i needed to get done still. what furniture i might need. sure i could have gone thrift scoring and picked up whatever but i would rather have things i like or nothing at all. after years of living with things i could not stand i was fine with pretty much nothing. i had a desk and a chair. the desk had been in my dads possession longer than i had so felt somewhat honoured that i was allowed to take it. and i had a tv that didnt even have cable. feh. no biggie. it was usually just on for background noise. i didnt have a bed but i have always been better about sleeping on floors than beds.
a few days later we had a birthday party for the terrible two and things were well prepared. the other birthday boy was late getting there so another friend and i put 'h üsker d ü s ücks' on the wall using a roll of green sterilization tape i had. as soon as he walked in he was unknowing dragged in front of it for a picture (almost certainly using my fancy disc camera). after the mission was accomplished we turned him around to show him. he seemed to take it down with as much thrill as it went up with. evil looks abound. always be aware of your surroundings.
a few days after this (possibly a few days before will be corrected as proof if found) a friend that had gone off to texas to go to school came over to visit. i regret that the visit was cut short but her visit was a surprise. even more so that she would even bother coming to visit me while in town to visit her mother. so like so many of my friends is much smarter than i could ever wish to be. with her though i never knew what to say because i always felt anything i said to her would make me look even dummier. a level or respect through fear.
since she was there i had her fix my hair for the faith no more concert that. i had missed them in high school when they played vzds with chuck singing and i was not a fan of the new guy but i would deal with it as it was. on my terms. between her visit and the concert i was on a dangerous high. which led to my excellent do. i had these plastic comb necklaces i had from these toy tub things i bought at a yard sale a few months earlier. i thought it was a good idea to ask her to braid them into my hair. after my friend got there that i was going to the show with i ended up pulling the combs off but still left the plastic cords braided in.
the friend that i was going to the show with had never been to see a live band and this was a good one to start with. she was really unsure what to wear and about a hundred other uncertainties but we got her in the door. this was after faith no more really got their metal following and that was more towards her interests. because of that i was reluctant to go but we made a good team that night.
after we got there i really began to feel uncomfortable but once the band hit the stage it mostly went away. they were playing songs off of the old albums as well as the new so i was all right. i spent most of the show in the pit except for the few breathers i took to make sure she was doing ok. there was an odd connection made at one point when i realized i was being watched from the stage side of things. i was singing along to all of the songs and it was one of those cases where the band recognizes a true fan. seems stupid but it was there. at the time i was a true fan of that band. not one that got into them when the real thing came out. and this was when they were just starting to break so a lot of people were not even aware that they had other albums out.
during one of the crappy song breather i took a walk back and got a cup of water. lots of ice. on the way back there i had several people suggest i get some water and/or take a break. i had years of shows worth of practice at going until couldnt and then some more so i really didnt need these amateurs telling how to handle it but i mumbled semi-polite response any way. as i am standing back at the edge of the pit i noticed my victim was taking pictures. i say victim because because because almost every time i go to a show i find someone to watch in the slow moments. sure its usually girls but this one was different. she was standing at the edge of the pit and now taking pictures too. i had my camera in my hand as often do when allowed and when i actually remember it.
since i had been guarding her during other breaks by standing in front of and to the left of her so as not to block her view. i am not one to go to show to drink or meat people i am there for the music. it is what keeps me alive. i am also not one that is prone to initiating conversation with strangers. this one had style though and i though she also had a disc camera. having taken enough pictures in enough clubs that ended up looking like pure crap because of using one of those in such horrid low light conditions i wanted to make sure she was not making the same mistake. so i asked her what kind of camera she was using. she said she was using her sisters 35mm. and then i explained my reasons for asking. then told her to enjoy the rest of the show. the band had started in on a good song and i was getting vertigo as i often do in stressing situations.
back into the pit i went for a couple of more songs. enjoyed the hell out of them. then it was time to take another break. on the way out i smiled at this girl then went looking for the friend i had rode there with. we decided to go ahead and leave since we both had to work the next day. i didnt know she had been watching during that whole previous episode so i almost regretted saying i had no idea who the girl i was talking to was when she asked. every time i would mention someone cute she would ask if i asked them out. she knew i never did. i did the same to her only because i didnt care for her on again off again boyfriend. so for most of the ride home i had to listen to her ragging on me for not asking out this girl who to her was obviously interested in me. because i can so rarely tell and she was watching the whole thing play out. things i could not see. oh well. then home i was to crash.
