sometimes I scare myself

June 18, 2001, 10:42 pm

My parents are housesitting/dogsitting for Jackie Hayes (a local News Anchor). It's weird. And I stopped by for a visit over the weekend. The whole time I was there, I was thinking So This is what Jackie Hayes's house looks like. So This is what Jackie Hayes's refridgerator contains. So This is what Jackie Hayes's piano sounds like. So these are the books that are on Jackie Hayes's daughter's shelf. I think I scared myself.

A long time ago (a year and a half, maybe), I played bass in a metal band. It was fun and harmless and made me think differently. I remember once having a dream where my parents died and I inherited a large sum of money; with this money, I bought a house in Louisville and a bunch of neat instruments and the band lived and practiced in my house. And I was excited about this. So I was about to mention this dream to the kid who played guitar and the kid who played drums and then I realized, Oh God! George's (the drumer) mother died when he was young. He'll think I'm such a selfish jerk if I say that I would willingly trade my parents for a house. I felt horrible. I feel horrible. I don't like thinking about it. I feel like such an ass for even dreaming of it.