The greatest gig's rock of the world

Adrenaline. Backstage.
Set list. The gig.

-let's go, let's go...

The lights. The public.
The stage. The first chords.

Alright, a presentation, right?

-Hi, I'm Steve and I'm in a band called "The Razors"... we play rock music. We don't have a record label, we just play 'cause we love this whole underground scene: booze, cigarettes and noise. Rock'n'roll is bigger than anything. You can feel it... I'm the leader singer and also play guitar, by the way.

-Hey, buddies! I'm Jack Paul and I play bass here...

-Josh, the drummer.

-Alright, and that's Jeffrey, the guy on the ground... he's probably drunk or high, but he's a nice guy. Our solo guitarist.

Tonight will be a great night for the boys from Dakota City, NE.
They'll play in a bar on the downtown and they're really excited for this.

-The bar is so f*cking awesome, dude... is bigger than anywhere we've played before. There will be a lot of people, a lot... probably a thousand. We love the public energy, that's why we play.

The bar. 9 PM.
Everything is ready. The whole band is ready.
The gig began.

Everything is plugged... the initial solo.
The drums.

-Aaaaaaah!

Finally, the explosion!
The place was dark, useless illumination, bad smell and no more than five hundred people.
But you know what? The guys doesn't care about it... they'll be playing with their abilities.

The sound was terrible, we almost didn't hear the singer.
But they was so happy... That was, with no doubt, the best gig ever on their life.

The public was loving it.

Lights off, and the chapter two coming up next week.

Cat called "Domino"

 -Come here, Domino... drink your milk... now, buddy.
Domino is a cat.
-Yeah... that's it, kitten... good boy.
He lives with his owner, in Vernon, TX.
-Now, come here... jump it, boy! nice boy.
Joe is his owner.

Domino jumps, Domino plays... and eats a lot.
But still is a little kitten.

Joe takes him to walk around the garden, they run and roll.
But Joe is sick and the poor cat will be alone.
They're both happy, the kitten happiest than Joe.

-Nice try, buddy! Now, come here and... uh... and.

Silence.
Joe falls down.

The kitten doesn't know where goes... just stay there, on his owner's side.

Silence.
A dog barking... Domino runs away.
A neighbor, dog's owner, comes and see Joe's body.

-He is alive. Go, Rufus. go home, boy.

Rufus is the neighbor's dog.
The neighbor is old, white beard and hair, 65 years old... the man calls 911.

Domino is now on the grass, looking at Joe in the garden.
Some yellow flowers around there.
The sun is shining, 3 pm o'clock.

Joe was taken.

You are being watched.

#1 - This is not my favorite way
don't you ever saw the eyes on the wall?
don't you ever heard the gossip about you?
should it.

They're looking for you, trying to see you fall down.
They're watching for you, trying to see your mistakes.

Everytime you fail, they'll have a picture with your shame. and...
everytime you create something, they'll be there to copy it.

So... watch your back and keep safe.

#2 - The easy thing.
Alright, alright... it's kinda paranoid, but not totally... you really should watch your back and try to move yourself alone, you know? you are alone in the world... you and yourself. Yes, it's kinda dark, but you'll survive, or don't... well, you still have your family, but stay alert.

The eyes are all over the place.

Today was a nice day, my head hurst like hell, but... was a pretty nice day. I've some juice on the fridge and cookies, so... I'm pretty fine, in fact... better than any other day of this week.

Probably the cold makes me painfully well.

Rainy Day

4th June, 2010 - Diary of a lifeless man.
Don't be rude with yourself, go to the kitchen and take a coffee... alright, it's raining outside and I'm here, alone.
The weather, well... used to be hot, with the sun shining all day, but today something wrong happened on the sky and I don't know why.
Funny morning, in fact. I didn't eat my breakfast, and I can't figure out what happened to my family... they're not here.

Ok, a depressed post, upset, actually sad... for me. I gotta eat something, right? Uh... in 1039, Henry III became a Roman Emperor... and me? waiting for my lunch.
On the next Supernatural season I hope Sam "back to life"... and that's all what matters for now.

Highway to nowhere

Leave me alone, right now... you all. I just need a minute to put my thoughts in order and keep myself calm. "They have some problem..." that's it. What else could it be? Everybody now are going to a highway with no destiny... trying to eat more and more stuff without digesting. Absorb everything of the world without think about it... Music, videos, texts and even reviews from others.

They eat but they don't prove.

They're all going to nowhere with this whole thing about see but don't get it... we all need to form opinions by ourselves about every stuff we see, read and heard to go ahead and get a better world... at least around us. What do you absorb but not really stop to think about it?

Blame it on the people. Everybody wants to be better than each other.

Is pitifully and stupidly annoying this egoism of the people, this falsity for each other... we see this all day and everywhere... and we practice.

"George was a nice guy, he lived until 1968 in Saint Paul, MN by himself, during 75 years... His house was pretty small and old, but never was messy. He always wrote pages and pages with beautiful poems and lyrics that he used to sing sometimes... Yes, he also was a singer, a great singer, in fact, the best of the town... but nobody never knew him. A voiceless singer, died without any respect or recognition that deserved."

What George has with all of it? He was misanthrope... born alone, lived alone and died alone, and you know why? Because people suck. He knew it.

There will always be someone who'll try to put you down and the only thing you'll be able to do would be ignore or act like an animal, putting him down and becoming like him.

Think about it!

He had a dog, wich name was "Porkchop"

Flying through the sky,

looking how bad the things go, down there...

People are hurting themselves and then praying for a new car.

Are you angry with the dog's mess?

The kid was crying alone at kitchen.

The kid's toy is now broke.

No one cares about.

Pain, hope, weep and pee.

The pet was buried on the garden

and the grass starts to erase all the memories,

forever and ever.