it's 5:15 am easter sunday. after watching "total recall" again i decided to check out my home town's mcdonald's which had recently jumped on the 24-hour train. i ordered my #10 with orange Hi-C and an extra hash-brown (total $3.97) and was interrupted by my mother's cell phone (which i've commandeered, unfortunately). it was a friend of mine, drunk, informing me some people were over at her apartment and my presence was required. i hemmed and hawed a bit, talking while trying to take my food from the drive-thru and decided to pay everyone a visit. i put the pedal to the metal (in my mother's silver honda civic) and hit the interstate, traveling at about 77 mph to avoid the cops and their end-of-month speed ticket quota. i ate my food quickly, throwing my trash across the interstate with guilt for not feeling guilty and made the trek in 20 minutes flat. when i arrived at the apartment almost everyone had left and those who remained were hardly there, including the person who invited me over just moments before. i was handed a beer and a cigarette for i had neither. we sat uncomfortably and barely made chit-chat. i finished my drink and two half-full (or half empty? Hee Hee Hee!) beers i discovered on the table. my friend felt bad that she had invited me to such nothingness, so to apologize she "forced" me to go to the gas station and put five of her parent's dollars in my mother's gas tank. we got back to the apartment and she gave me five cigarettes for the road and i left. i took back roads at 60 to avoid the police, smoked three cigarettes and gazed up at the moon while wire's "pink flag" echoed into my congested ears. i got home and checked my email and thought i should write that bio for levi because i'll never get around to it. i started writing about my night and everything and nothing that happened because i thought it'd be a cute, clever way to get to the emotional bottom of my music. but much to my dismay i came off sounding like a lazy, stretch-marked white kid from the midwest who thinks he's more important and smarter than everyone else. and that's what the music is, basically. maybe in the future i'll wise up and write about things that are truly beautiful and important and meaningful, but for right now it's all just mamby-pamby wishy-washy bullshit falling out of the mouth of a 22-year-old who thinks he has it figured out. but shit, i bet a lot of you can relate.. too long? too much? something simpler? god i'm such an asshole. -andrew..................................................................................................................... BACK TO ITEM PAGE