I’M A SWEATING FAT KID practicing the drums. I come home from school and my day’s been shit, but do I turn on the television? No! Do I hang out in the kitchen eating Little Debbie Snack Cakes? No! I go straight to my room without passing Go and without collecting two hundred dollars. The drums become my Little Debbie Snack Cakes. I practice with or without Curt. Sometimes he shows up and sometimes he doesn’t, but I’m there, regular as a high-fiber diet, sitting on the throne. I even buy myself a book. Drumming for Dummies. Dummies seems too kind, almost like a compliment, but I buy it anyway. I read it cover to cover, then buy four more books and a video. I go home and practice rimshots and overtones. I practice playing with different feels, in different times. I play along to every CD I own. All the while I’m thinking, This is not funny and anyone who says it is can go to hell. I’m working my ass off, just like I said I would. Dayle comes home from practice and I’m playing.
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