Yesterday, I did feel and play better than the day before, but it wasn't exactly great either. There were very few people, and the weather wasn't exactly working for us either: it was clam, hot, and wet.
At night, a friend of mine called me and asked whether I wanted to join him and his girlfriend for drinks in town. I asked some people that I was fooling around with on MSN Messenger to join me, but they weren't cooperating, so I left them and headed to town.
When I arrived in town, I went to pin some money. The first ATM refused my brand new pass, as did the second… and the third. Great�my exactly one week old
pass was broken. Slightly annoyed, I continued my way.
When I arrived at the bar, I found only one guy: not his girlfriend. It appeared he had tried to call her, but that she had left her phone at home, and that when he arrived in town and called again, she did answer but was home already. She was pissed off by the situation, fired it on him, and so now was he not only alone, but also sad. Wonderful.
We did have fun though: we talked about graphic design, people we know, the Academy. When I went inside to order a second round of drinks (at his expense), I found out that the bar was closed, but also that I knew all the bartenders of which one joined me outside (with drinks, of course). The three of us chatted some more, sort of planned some parties, and went on our ways.
The next day, I went to play basketball at Tram 2 Court because there'd be a lot of people. I felt and played better yet than the day before, but it still wasn't much good, in my opinion. When it got dark, and (pretty much) everyone left, I started to get warmed up, and started to play more to my own likings. I even stayed by myself for a couple of hours (and untill I was exhausted), because I was doing some sick stuff.
I cursed and questioned why I don't play like this during games, during the day. (Perhaps it has something to do with my messed up bio-rythm.)
While I was walking home, I could hear the noise the neighbors were making from yards away. When I got home, I found my mom obviously stressed about it, and having the tv playing Pulp Fiction at high volume. That's something I don't mind too much�in fact, I watched some of it myself (for the 27th-or-so time).
Jaron just informed me that Rick James has passed away (apparently two days ago):
Rick James passed away this morning at 9:20 AM in his sleep of natural causes at his Los Angeles home, per his spokesperson. He was 56 years old. He is survived by his 3 children (Ty, Rick Jr., Tazman) and 2 grandchildren (Jasmine and Charisma).
Rest In Peace, Rick James.
Grumblemutter. I could use some good news now.
ACJ2 comments so far.
How do you do that? A broken pin pass? Dude, that normally only happens when you jump on it with really dangerous shoes or something!
Pulp Fiction should be watched, indeed.
Posted by: Rob Mientjes on August 8, 2004, at 09:24
I know, but with the new passes of the Postbank it seems to be a different story. I had my first pass for years: it was disintegrating, but still I had no problems using it. Since they send me a new one about a year ago, it's been frauded with, stolen, and broken. The last two happend within the past few weeks.
Sigh.
Posted by: ACJ on August 8, 2004, at 16:31
