Past, Present and Future

After The Concert

People think because I'm short, I can't fight. Gene found out the hard way when he tried to keep me from punching out a few fans after they disrespected Tommy. I had that same bullshit when I became the drummer. Not so much because of Eric Number One but because of Peter. I respect him in all ways but I still catch attitude here and there.

Anyway, Gene tried to physically hold me back and received an elbow to the gut. He went to his knees and stayed there for a few minutes. Getting back up, he just walked away from me. "I'm sorry, baby. I just don't wantcha getting hurt." 

"It's all good." We're currently on our way to eat.

We head for the buffet line at the restaurant we're at. I take a plate and start filling it up. Gene has two already filled to the brim. If he drops them, I will die laughing. We manage to make it to the table without dropping anything. Well, Gene does drop spaghetti on his sneakers and then steps in it. 

Inhaling my food, I look up to see Tommy just sitting there. He hasn't touched a bite. Paul takes his fork and holds it to Tommy's lips. "Eat, please." 

Tommy mechanically opens as Paul puts the fork in his mouth, He chews and swallows. Paul repeats this several times before Tommy leans on him and falls asleep.

"It's like taking care of a child." sighs Paul.

We stay at the restaurant for about two hours. Gene offers to help Paul carry Tommy back to the hotel but Tommy wakes up about that time.

We say our goodbyes and head to our rooms.