I decided to take the car out to meet up with Arms and go have lunch at Yoshinoya, which I must say, hasn't let me down yet. As we were eating, Arms received numerous phone calls and I, being a nosey asshole, decide to put him through an interrogation and figure out who called him, he said keep guessing but all that came out to every response was Randy. While we finished our meal, Frankie made a surprise appearance and joined us in our meal, or what was left of it, and I couldn't help notice his newest tattoo, which I thought was something that he had painted on himself until I noticed the scabs that had emerged.
After the meal, we decided to head back to Arms' house to complete our first song but instead we came up with more riffs for other songs. Overall, we are pretty much done with our first. Two hours passed and it seemed the world had ended. Bum came in and we all began to talk, he left to move his car, and I managed to get his phone and actually came to the conclusion that Bum was who Arms was talking too and it seemed that Bum had apologized. Quite amazing, considering the fact that Arms' is stubborn but then again the reasons of their 2 year seperation gave Arms' every reason to be angry. We talked and Bum also asked what that "thing" on Frankie's arm was, kind of funny but it does have quite an amount of meaning behind it, so it's best to leave it alone. We continued conversing and Frankie, Arms, and I took our first lick of Da Bomb hotsauce, we took the most tolerable of the two and one drop still put a bit of pain on my tongue, one drop was an equivalent to one suicide wing. After a few minutes, we decided that it would be appropriate to put this hot sauce to use when we were drunk, so we decided to go purchase some alcohol and meet up at Logan's house to have him join in the fun.
We all got back together drank a few Blue Moons, played Street Fighter, watched Logan talk tremendous amounts of shit on Call of Duty, listen to some good 'ol metal, and took some more of Satan's almighty cum, Da Bomb. I ended up having one drop and my fingers went completely numb, I guess alcohol and peppers don't make such a great mixture, especially peppers of that magnitude. While listening to some music, Logan put on some of the best Death Metal I have ever heard, I am not a big fan of Death Metal in general, but this really got to me. The vocalist of the band Demilich creates such guttural vocals that it actually sounds appropriate, terrorizing, demonic, disgusting, and whatever else can come to mind. Sadly, I am really tight on cash, but thankfully, this band has made all their material available for download do to their beliefs in terms of their reason for creating Art. Anyways, we decided to go eat and put that Hot Sauce to better more appropriate uses and decided to go to Arsenos. On our way out, Frankie received some more flak regarding his tattoo.
It turns out that Frankie, Arms, and myself were the only ones having the intention of eating, and so we did. Arms managed to get a cheap pizza from some random guy while I decided to get the Super Nachos, Frankie got the Carne Asada burrito. Frankie put 2 drops of Da Bomb on his burrito and smeared it over his burrito, while I put it on one chip and ended up being in pain, fortunately, there was more food and horchata to relieve it. Frankie took one bite and the next thing you know that whole piece of tortilla that was tainted had been pulled off. While eating, it's amazing that I still had an appetite to eat while talking about shit porn, granny porn, murder, mutilation, and all obscene and vile things known to man, I guess over time I have been exposed to such gross things that speaking of it while eating deals no damage whatsoever.
Afterwards, we made our departures and hope for this to once again occur.
DEMILICH
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