There was a red glass bowl on the small table by the door where I unloaded everything from my pockets, including my phone. Plus with my odd hours doing concerts, practicing, recording, it was better all around. But no twenty-two-year-old man wanted to worry about sneaking a boy into his bedroom with his parents down the hall. They weren’t bad, they had come a long way, and they tried. I was happy to not be living with my parents anymore. It maybe wasn’t the best neighborhood, but it was my own place. Luckily I was on the end, only had one shared wall, and the middle unit was currently unoccupied. It wasn’t anything special, part of a triplex. With fist bumps and hugs, the five of us parted ways. Luckily, Jonah, the bass guitar player, had a safe place to keep the van so we wouldn’t have to unload everything again tonight. We weren’t quite big enough yet to have a full tear-down crew, though a couple of hands from the club helped us load all our instruments into our van. After one final appearance in front of the crowd, and a wink at my bj blondie, that was a wrap for the night. I might even be able to sleep tonight after all. After blondie finished the job he’d started with that cute mouth of his, I was floating back down to earth. Having a way to release some of that excess energy was a step in the right direction. No matter the physical exhaustion after doing a full set, my body and mind would be humming and buzzing and it always took a while to come down from that.
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