Past, Present and Future

Our New Drummer Will Be The Death Of Us

This is Paul. I'm just finishing up my shower after a hot August concert when a bucket of ice water comes flying over the top! ERIC! I hear him laughing as he drops the bucket and slams the door to the bathroom. I quickly finish and grab a towel. Grabbing  a robe and trying to tie it, I take off after the little demon spawn! I swear he's just like Gene.

I miss him because he flies into Gene's room and shuts the door in my face. "Gene! keep your spawn in check!" I yell before stalking off back to my room. Bruce just looks up from his book and shakes his head. "I'm so sorry." he replies. 

I finally get to finish my shower in peace since Eric is elsewhere. When I get out the second time, I hear Bruce laughing over the phone. He looks at me and winks. "It seems like our big bad demon is now chained to the dresser....wearing a red tutu and cat ears. Of course Eric is elsewhere and Gene can't get free. The key is on the opposite dresser of course." 

I roll my eyes as Bruce hangs up. He informs me that he's NOT going down there...AT ALL. "Why me?" I ask.

"You're his best friend, that's why." "I'm not going to have that imprint on my brain, EVER!"

Sighing, I head down the hall and turn the knob on the other door. It opens so I ease it further and peek around the corner. Gene's on the floor with the tutu and cat ears on. I see the key and quickly get him free. "NOT A DAMNED WORD, STANLEY!" "I SWEAR I WILL KILL HIM!"

I'm trying not to laugh as I promise to not say a thing.  He didn't say I couldn't take pictures though. 

"If you take a picture, I will stuff it up your ass!" he roars. I take one anyway and run off. "Cute boxers!" I call over my shoulder.

"I hate everyone right now!" was his parting shot.

Bruce laughs so hard he cries when I show him the picture.