I bought my son a Bass Guitar...cool eh? French caught wind of this and said he had an amp for him kicking around somewhere.
First we went to his parent's house. We looked around his basement and even in his legendary shed. His dad came home and found us rooting around. He said: "what in the flying fuck are guys looking for?" French said his old bass amp. French's dad said, "that hasn't been here is a good god-damned dog's age."
French thought that Sweaty had it, so we checked in at his place. We found out that Sweaty had used it for a few years, but lent it to Mean Dean for gig up in Lanark about six or seven years ago.
We called Mean Dean. He swore, "he gave that fucking thing back."
We were shooting pool with Pancake and we were talking about the bass amp. Pancake said, "oh shit, your old bass amp from high school? That is at my grandmother's house."
Turns out Mean Dean dropped it off at what he thought was Pancake's house four years ago. It was actually his Grandmother's house. It was near the High School and we'd sometimes hang out there and eat her baking at lunch.
So we drove over there to pick it up. Pancake's grandma said: "some drunk guy dropped it off years ago."
We found it in her garage. Sure enough, there it was...well some if it. It was really beat up; in fact, most of the interior was missing. It was basically just the cabinet. We turned it around. There was a nursing cat with three kittens inside.
I thought French would be pissed, but he just said: "I coulda sworn this amp was bigger."
4 comments:
Oh, the antics. But it always sounds like a strange party, even when it involves kittens.
ohhhh, jesus, you just flooded my heart!
xo
erin
y'all are nuts.
Great Post!
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