Good to see you, brother!!” Chris was the first one to greet me Wednesday night in Madison, accosting me as soon as I stepped out of the Camaro. He seemed much giddier than usual …either high off his ass on dope, or music. Hopefully it’s the latter. Either way, it’s always a great feeling to rejoin my music buds again…a bond that’s really hard to explain, forged on some other level, man. The heightened fear about our red-headed menace couldn’t deter me from coming to rehearsal tonight. Not even after a stressful return to my day gig at the call center. There’s no way in hell I’d jack up my chances of hitting the big time. And not just my chances…the other four guys’ fates are tied to mine. We either make it as a solid entity, or look back ten to twenty years from now on what might’ve been. “Hey, Chris!” I said, giving him a warm hug with a solid pat on the back. He’s definitely been smoking some high-priced weed, man—affordable only on a single dude’s income.
