by chronic Thu Jan 20, 2011 8:08 pm
July 28, 1973
Just signed a record deal with one of the top producers in Hollywood. Life can't really get any better than this.
I don't really know how to start. I guess writing in a journal isn't for me, but I still wanna do it. I wanna do it
because if I ever make it big, I'll want to be able to write an autobiography. And it'd be so easy if I start it now.
I know I'm being optimistic, but I just signed an amazing record deal with my band, Moksha. After a ton of
meetings that I had to wear a suit to, and a shit ton of papers that I had to pretend to read, we did it. We got
signed. And now I'm just waiting. Maybe I'll write some lyrics in here. I know I have my lyrics journal for that,
but whatever. Maybe I'll just combine it. Or maybe I'll sketch some funny pictures. I dunno, but this journal will
be worth thousands one day, just because I wrote it. Can't fucking wait.
Dr. Vigna raised her hand, signaling me to stop reading.
"Do you remember how you felt when you wrote that?" she asked, looking at me over the top of her dark red eyeglasses.
I pursed my lips together, it's a face I make when I'm trying to think, and squinted, trying to remember.
"I guess I felt hopeful. And excited," I said as I stared at my shoe.
"Yes. Well, can you describe yourself at that time? As in, how you looked, what you were up to?"
I raised an eyebrow, "How is this gonna help me?"
She gave me an exasperated look, "You have asked me that at least four times today. Just answer the question."
"Fine, whatever. I guess I was young. Twenty one years old. Summer after my junior year of college. Me and my band were trying to find gigs and shit to do for the summer. We'd play until mad late and then tell girls how we were in a band and get laid. I think I hooked up with several high school girls, but they lied about their age and I didn't really care. I basically thought I was hot shit. I thought I could do anything and anyone and I'd be okay. At that time I had blond hair, but like a dark blond that looks almost brown, but gets all of these highlights in the summer. Girls like blond guys with blue eyes. I always wanted to dye it black or really dark brown, but I kept it blond for the girls."
As I said that, I ran a hand through my now dark brown hair, thinking about how many times I have dyed it.
"Okay, then what happened after you signed the deal?" asked Dr. Vigna.
"It'd be easier if I just read the journal," I suggested.
She nodded in agreement and I picked up the dark brown leather notebook.
Last edited by chronic on Thu Jan 20, 2011 9:51 pm; edited 1 time in total
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