BlackRage - Changes
Springtime! Away with ye, cold winter and dead fish in the garden pond! All of you, awaken and open your window. Let the sun shine on that unhealthy vampire-like gothic sorry skin of yours. It’s time for the apocalypse of the year. A time of festivals, fun, loads of sneezing and insect plagues!
Well, spring has started.
Well, spring has started.
Let me take you back to last weekend. That was when the first Metalrage meeting of this year took place. Man, you wouldn’t believe the things we went through. Heh. Hehe. Hehehe.
Welcome, spring. Welcome, indeed...
“You don’t have to drive this fast, dad. I’m not ready to die yet!” Within a short glance, my father turned his head and I could see a grin forming. “What did you say?”
I swallowed. “There’s plenty of time, I’m going to arrive long before that train gets at the station.” Dad kept on grinning and I only got pressed farther into my seat, my fingernails driving themselves deeper and deeper into the dashboard.
“Won’t you slow down already!”
“Oh, all right”, he answered, “Why didn’t you drive, anyway?” He looked at me questioningly. Soon after, he turned back to face the road. “Right. Suicide-music-rage meeting, wasn’t it?”
He finally loosened his foot off the pedal and I couldn’t help but release a sigh of relief. “Yes, the first one of this year. I’m really excited. It’s been some time since I last saw the guys”.
First thing I noticed when we (DemonDust and I) got at Spoerie’s place, was that it was actually very nice. It was a student crib, but not the ones you’re probably thinking of now. Nope, no rotting food on the shelves in the kitchen, no broken furniture in the living room and most certainly no refrigerators in the hallway. Did I mention his kitchen was actually clean and tidy?
Well, only a couple of others were there when we arrived. CarpeSiém was there, Shaydee and of course Spoerie. Soon after, beer arrived. The order in which the others arrived has totally slipped me since then.
Shortly after we spoke about some general things that deserved our attention, it was time to let it all out. We had one hell of a time.
Well, until we got hungry, that is.
March 19th, 01.45 AM. 5 suspicious looking silhouettes silently move through the streets of Elst, a little place in the middle of nowhere, making a lot of noise. Mission: finding a pizzeria.
It took some time, but seeing we were all completely wasted, it can be considered a miracle that we were able to even reach the pizzeria before daybreak.
...Only to find it closed.
Hungry and agitated, we started to make our way back home. But as appetite kept plagueing us, a little distraction was needed.
Napalm Lex was the first one to come up with an idea to keep our appetite at bay. We were drunk, we were lost in the middle of nowhere... well, that’s where 118-information comes in.
We sought out a clothingstore in the middle of town and dialed the info number.
“118 information, hello, can I help you?”
“Yes, I’m here in Elst looking for a clothingstore called ‘Seaman’. Oh, and I’m naked”.
“Well sir, it’s at the townstreet, number 114.” – needless to say, we were standing right in front of it.
“Oh, and sir? Might I make a suggestion? First thing you should do is buy some clothes to put on. It gets awfully chilly at night”.
“It’s one o’clock in the morning, you moron!”
Laughter all over.
In the meantime, we had left the centre of town already and were still trying to walk in a straight line – which didn’t go too well, by the way – and while Dinges was looking for his lost imaginary dog, I suddenly heard a battlecry behind my back and was able to turn around fast enough just to see Carn charging full-speed ahead towards me.
After kicking the crap out of eachother just for the laugh of it, we decided the rest should join in the fun and we charged their rear lines. Unfortunately we had to break off the assault because fatigue and alcohol caught up with us before we were even half-way.
Shortly after, we went to sleep. DemonDust brought a Sun o))) cd with him and we fell asleep while a small earthquake kept pouring out of the stereo.
This morning, I woke up early. Too early. A glance at my alarm clock told me that it was 05.00 AM, the time my dad usually gets up to get ready for going to work. Half asleep, I could see him standing in the dooropening of my room.
“Sometimes I still wonder what is going to become out of him”, he muttered.
“He’ll probably call his son Rufus”. A brief pause. “Or Satan”.
As my father silently closed the door again, I couldn’t help but smile. Good old dad. He’d never change. Something had changed, though.
It was spring, and I could feel it in every fiber of my body.