Normally when someone runs away from their problems, they are not looking for new ones. That is usually the mindset. Never did Sabian think that accepting new friendships would do exactly that.
Sabian "Sable" Reeve is a typical 21 year old who alway...
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August 17th, 1992
"Hey! Careful with that, shit is expensive! Worth more than what you make in a month." I barked as I supervised the crew while they loaded up equipment that I was personally responsible for. The guy nodded and threw up a hand in response, letting me know that he not only heard me but understood as well. Man, watching this shit made me nervous. An arm fell over my shoulder which drew my attention away from the crew, seeing that it was Jay who was admiring me at work, "how is my woman doing?" I could tell he found my anxiety over this was amusing to him, yet this was his shit that these guys were loading up onto the truck for tonight's show. Groaning, "same shit, different day," a small smile slowly making its way onto my face. Jay gave my shoulder a squeeze, "tonight will be fun. Try not to stress, I trust you. Hence why I chose you to be my guitar tech," assuring me before giving my ass a smack. I just shook my head while I watched him walk off.
What have I been up to in the past 8 months you ask? Interesting story if you ask me. The moment Lenny and I landed in California, we ended up crashing at a friend of his for a while. Turns out that friend that Lenny needed to help out was in fact Sean Yseult, the bassist for White Zombie. The White Zombie. Lenny had failed to mention that bit of information to me. Right off the bat Sean and I got along great, when she got wind of my background of being a guitar tech, she introduced me to both Rob and Jay Yuenger. Didn't take long for Jay to take me on as his guitar tech when his former one had up and quit. Had been with them since. The only time I haven't been on the road with them was back in June for a few days due to catching a terrible virus, so I was left to stay behind.
Now we were getting ready to hit the road to Costa Mesa for the beginning of this tour. Sean had pre-warned me that we would be on the road with both Trouble and Pantera for a month. Over time, Sean learned of my past history with Pantera and understood when I became hesitant when the announcement was made.
It may have only been 8 months that had passed since I have last seen the guys, but time continued one, I was now 23 and had a new life. When I allow myself to reflect back, I remind myself the hard truth, Darrell was a fucking liar. Last time I heard from him was over 6 months ago. The first two months we were exchanging phone calls back and forth, like any long distant relationship, but eventually they stopped all together. My calls soon went to voicemails with maybe a call back here or there from either Grady or Vinnie, but none from Darrell himself. Rita and I continued to keep in touch, I would tell her how things were going over here in California while she would update me on what was going on with the guys. We did our best to avoid the topic of Darrell all together.
For a while she tried to convince me that Darrell was just so busy with the band and working on a new album till I finally had enough, at some point I just asked her to stop bringing him up. I didn't want the excuses anymore. To say that I had become stand offish towards others was an understatement. The rejection was a hard pill to swallow but in time I did begin to slowly trust those around me, little by little, but my drinking was soon becoming a problem. I had found comfort at the bottom of a bottle almost every night, was fun the first few times but eventually I started to see a pattern in my addictive behavior. I was blaming myself for trusting in what Darrell said, beating myself up for believing him.
