Another blast from the past.

I was enjoying some cool live music at a trendy little dowtown pub Thursday night when I get a tap on the shoulder. I turn around and some chick is staring at me and say's "Vincent? Is that you?" I was taken a little off guard. I had no idea who this girl was and she knew my name? Then again, I AM quite legendary, but still, it was a little uneasy for me.

She told me that her name was Shannon and we used to live in the same neighborhood together. I took my eyes off her cleavage long enough to remember that she used to hang around my brother and me when we used to shoot guns back in the day. She was always such an annoying girl and an infamous druggie to boot, so needless to say, I didn't waste my brain cells remembering this nobody.



Anyway, when she got done with the whole bullshit chit chat talk of "how are you?" "what have you been up to?" "How's your brother?", blah, blah, blah... the only question I could think for her was: "So…you're still alive, huh?"

She was a little taken aback by the question and nervously laughed and I continued by saying: "Well you know, with all the drugs you were on, I thought for sure you'd be dead before 21". She laughed like I was joking (I was dead serious) and she went on to tell me a fascinatingly boring story about how she's been clean for x number of years and how she's bettered herself through God and all that crap I've heard a thousand times before.



Hey, I'm glad she managed to pull herself together, good for her. I know how hard it is to kick the habit (not by personal experience, thank you very much) but I don't know her, I don't like her, I never cared about her and I'm not about to start pretending now. No, only my FRIENDS and FAMILY get that privilage. Plus in my experience with "born agains" is that they are the biggest judgemental hypocrites on the planet. They think just because they've found Jesus, it's their god given RIGHT to judge and condem anyone to HELL if they do something as atrocious as spitting on the ground, but their own dubious actions are okay since they're on a first name basis with the almighty.



Of course I acted politely and nice-nice, no need to kill the good mood was in, but I cut it short when she started asking me questions about my personal life that were frankly none of her fucking business. She got the message.



Later on, a friend of mine met up with me and we had a pretty good time touring the dowtown scene.