Followed by demon
A truly amazing thing happened to me this past Sunday. Amazing…..not because of what I found, or what it meant to me when I first acquired it, or even that somehow, it is back in my possession after so long. Amazing, because this stupid little piece of plastic has survived 20 years……… traveling through 6 different residences, probably dozens of boxes, jean pockets, washers and dryers, the dogs mouth, and shortly after probably the dog's ass…..….who knows? The following is the e-mail I sent to my sis….
So, this kind of freaked me out.....and is STILL freaking me out........This story might be long… with a small point at the end… you know, like our cousins head….HA!
When I was 15 years old I went to see Kiss in concert at Freedom Hall. Mom and Dad drove me and a friend of mine down at noon for a 9pm concert......this was KISS! A band I had worshiped since I was 9........ and more importantly, I was going to see my all time idol.....IN person....the demon himself…….up close and right there in my fucking face MAN!!!!... (sorry, flashback there)...Gene Simmons! Notice we got there 8 hours early... (yes we were first in line and in the FIRST ROW!) I remember wishing a flame geyser would torch Queensryche so we could get to the main attraction... When it finally came time.....House lights cued......fade to black, in 3, 2, 1….. my ears bleeding.......mainly from my own screams......Kiss came out and Blew the roof off of the place......... I noticed Gene, (5 feet out and 6 feet up from me), grabbing guitar picks from his mike stand and tossing them out to the crowd......(bored yet?....I'm getting to the point).......so towards the end of the show, Gene blasts out with my all time favorite song of his, God of Thunder, (again, I was 15, stop laughing), He ended the song with a typical incoherent scream, my face half melting, he reaches down, grabs a pick, and I swear to Alah, looks down right at me, smiles.....AIMS……. and spins it to me like a frisbee.......which I caught like a chipmunk in a bear trap, bashing every face in my way. Luckily it was the last song, because you would have thought I had just inherited the Earth.......Giddy like a fag, the concert ends...... we go home.......
I kept the pick guarded like the Dead Sea Scrolls...... (bored yet? asspunch. ) About 2 months later after showing it off to everyone in the free world.....I lost it...... and never saw it again..... so let’s do the math.... I was 15 at the time.... 1984.... 20+ YEARS AGO.....................
I found the fucking thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, I was cleaning out my attic, combined some stuff and threw down all the empty boxes… started to break them down for the garbage. When ripping apart one special little box, I see something fall to the garage floor. I look down to see a guitar pick. My first instinct was, “how in the hell did my pick get out here”…..then I reached down to see a blank... black guitar pick, thinking, “this isn’t mine…. cool, I have an extra pick!” When I turned it over to see the name “Gene” on the front and an outline of his eye paint, I almost fudged my huggies. What a flashback! I didn’t remember one second of this, until I turned over that tiny piece of plastic. BLAM!!!! What a rush.....
I had hair-band-tunnel-vision…… I just sat there and relived everything you just read...……relived what now would be translated to a true living hell. Seeing Kiss “live” now is like seeing the Rolling Stones “live” now…..We were done with you guys “live” 15 years ago. I can't believe they are still "alive" to be honest.
DIE ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry, the point is… Gene Simmons threw me a guitar pick at a concert in 1984, which I caught……. but then lost it 2 months later. And then found it 20 years after that. I rule you blow
So, this kind of freaked me out.....and is STILL freaking me out........This story might be long… with a small point at the end… you know, like our cousins head….HA!
When I was 15 years old I went to see Kiss in concert at Freedom Hall. Mom and Dad drove me and a friend of mine down at noon for a 9pm concert......this was KISS! A band I had worshiped since I was 9........ and more importantly, I was going to see my all time idol.....IN person....the demon himself…….up close and right there in my fucking face MAN!!!!... (sorry, flashback there)...Gene Simmons! Notice we got there 8 hours early... (yes we were first in line and in the FIRST ROW!) I remember wishing a flame geyser would torch Queensryche so we could get to the main attraction... When it finally came time.....House lights cued......fade to black, in 3, 2, 1….. my ears bleeding.......mainly from my own screams......Kiss came out and Blew the roof off of the place......... I noticed Gene, (5 feet out and 6 feet up from me), grabbing guitar picks from his mike stand and tossing them out to the crowd......(bored yet?....I'm getting to the point).......so towards the end of the show, Gene blasts out with my all time favorite song of his, God of Thunder, (again, I was 15, stop laughing), He ended the song with a typical incoherent scream, my face half melting, he reaches down, grabs a pick, and I swear to Alah, looks down right at me, smiles.....AIMS……. and spins it to me like a frisbee.......which I caught like a chipmunk in a bear trap, bashing every face in my way. Luckily it was the last song, because you would have thought I had just inherited the Earth.......Giddy like a fag, the concert ends...... we go home.......
I kept the pick guarded like the Dead Sea Scrolls...... (bored yet? asspunch. ) About 2 months later after showing it off to everyone in the free world.....I lost it...... and never saw it again..... so let’s do the math.... I was 15 at the time.... 1984.... 20+ YEARS AGO.....................
I found the fucking thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, I was cleaning out my attic, combined some stuff and threw down all the empty boxes… started to break them down for the garbage. When ripping apart one special little box, I see something fall to the garage floor. I look down to see a guitar pick. My first instinct was, “how in the hell did my pick get out here”…..then I reached down to see a blank... black guitar pick, thinking, “this isn’t mine…. cool, I have an extra pick!” When I turned it over to see the name “Gene” on the front and an outline of his eye paint, I almost fudged my huggies. What a flashback! I didn’t remember one second of this, until I turned over that tiny piece of plastic. BLAM!!!! What a rush.....
I had hair-band-tunnel-vision…… I just sat there and relived everything you just read...……relived what now would be translated to a true living hell. Seeing Kiss “live” now is like seeing the Rolling Stones “live” now…..We were done with you guys “live” 15 years ago. I can't believe they are still "alive" to be honest.
DIE ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry, the point is… Gene Simmons threw me a guitar pick at a concert in 1984, which I caught……. but then lost it 2 months later. And then found it 20 years after that. I rule you blow
posted by Chris at 8:20 PM
1 Comments:
it is a pretty impressive story. You told it well, too. I could totally see every move you made.
So, now you're a writer, huh? Spending your time after work writing! That is awesome. I know we're technically only half related but damn it if our similaries aren't almost identical. Awesome. You should post the email you sent to me about that.
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