Truce's Journal,
04/29/01
From an enigmatic mind ...
An odd thing, life. It's the little things that
make you happy, and let you know your work is appreciated.
The other day I was in a convenience store and
some kid (16, 17 maybe) came running up and said (kinda nervous-like)
"Hey, are you the singer in that rap band? I saw you guys in
Frostburg, you guys were awesome."
The DopeRapper was walking into same convenience
store awhile ago and some chick yells "Hey Midnight:30." The DR
looked, grunted, and she said "You're in that rap group, Midnight:30,
aren't you?"
I was walking through the mall and looked up and
saw some guy rocking a green Midnight:30 shirt.
The King and I were looking through some chick's
pictures and saw a girl we didn't know rocking a red one.
Hanging in the window of a store along Main
Street in Frostburg is a blue M:3 T-shirt.
At the end of a show, this chick walks up to me,
begging me for a shirt, which wasn't my department, and I let her
know. "Come on, you have a shirt I can have, don't you?" No, I didn't.
"What about this one?"--stepping close, caressing my stomach/M:3
shirt I was wearing--"Can't you give me this shirt?"
Yikes.
I'm sitting at a friend's house (Bustin's),
talking about an upcoming show with one of his roommates. "What band
are you in?" asks his girlfriend. "Midnight:30." (astonishment)
"You're in Midnight:30? I heard you guys were awesome."
And, if the rumors are true, there's some band
out there calling themselves Noon-Thirty.
The signs are out there, and something's
a-brewing. The winds are swirling, there's a chill in the air, and
something's building on the horizon. Check your clocks, y'all ... it's
about half-past.
Peace.