Now, we all know the classy thing to do is remain calm and cool and do the right things that people wouldn’t expect from you. That’s how it goes down in hindsight … the obvious choice there like stereotypical HOTEL neon sign, right?
Yeah, well, c’est la vie or whatever the fuck. Before you know it there’s a today and you’re taping together the $20 bills you tore in half the night before. Apologies and backslaps aside, it gets you sometimes, the rash and ready, how quick it comes and how far it goes.
What I’m saying, I guess, is that I shot Jason last night. He’s not dead, but he’s messed up pretty good. Shot him in the shoulder after a small quarrel about a misdeal and matching the pot, which had become somewhat substantial since we were playing high stakes by this point of the evening. We’ve been keeping a small pistol in the freezer ever since receiving some thinly veiled threats from Constellation Records in Montreal, simply because we beat them out on an eBay bidding war over an antique printing press. Unfortunately, we had set up poker in the kitchen since the spare room was filled with gear (see photo), and I had my back to the fridge. When things got heated, I pulled it out, mostly just to add some seriousness to the arguement … it seemed in dire need of some gravity, you know? Everyone quickly stood up and backed away from the table– that is, everyone except Cooley, who just crossed his arms and said something derisive about me having yellow shit inside me, I can’t really remember what it was– we were all pretty drunk– but it evidently was pretty bad because next thing you know .… things took a turn.
Anyway, he should be out of the hospital tomorrow afternoon … I don’t think anything’s going to happen. We agreed to tell the police that, yes, you guessed it, he was cleaning his gun when it accidently went off. If we keep our stories straight, everything should be ok– CD3s will keep coming, I’ll still be here as your humble webmaster, Cooley’ll finish the new School Bus, et cetera, ad infinitum. I just hope the wound doesn’t affect his music too much…after all, it was his right shoulder, his strumming arm. Might be a while before he can do his Townsend windmills. Let’s hope not.
Jason, I’m real sorry about that. I love you, buddy. Get well soon!
