The four of us are sitting around BrandonÃÂÃÂs tiny tiny apartment sharing a bottle of cheap wine and talking crap. AdamÃÂÃÂs has just served his short jail sentence for drink driving again so weÃÂÃÂre celebrating by having a few drinks, hopefully Adams not planning on driving home tonight. He doesnÃÂÃÂt look much different. His greasy brown hair is now long enough to put back in a pony tail and heÃÂÃÂs got a safety pin through his left ear. Sitting next to him is Brandon who owns this tiny tiny apartment with dishes stacked up to the ceiling and dirty clothes thrown across the floor. His doesnÃÂÃÂt like to talk about it but we all know his mum threw him out for smoking pot. Brandon used to be pretty smart but that was before he started on the dope. Now he doesnÃÂÃÂt do much. Then thereÃÂÃÂs Joel with his green Mohawk, and tattoo covered arms.
You probably wouldnÃÂÃÂt guess it by looking at him but JoelÃÂÃÂs a pretty devoted Christian and I respect that. And finally thereÃÂÃÂs me. IÃÂÃÂm pretty ÃÂÃÂnormal lookingÃÂÃÂ compared to the others, I donÃÂÃÂt have any tatts or piercings and I sit around playing my guitar mostly.
ÃÂÃÂDude, letÃÂÃÂs start a band,ÃÂÃÂ says Brandon with enthusiasm.
I roll my eyesÃÂÃÂYou canÃÂÃÂt be serious,ÃÂÃÂ I say ÃÂÃÂWe canÃÂÃÂt play anything dumbass,ÃÂÃÂ adds Adam.
Brandon seems unaffected by our lack of enthusiasm.
ÃÂÃÂI know how to play the drums and Jason knows how to play guitar, Joel can sing and you can play the tambourine or somethingÃÂÃÂ he says.
A few months later I find myself on stage at a sleazy down town pub. ItÃÂÃÂs our bands first gig. I donÃÂÃÂt know how they talked me into this. ItÃÂÃÂs a good way to meet chicks, Brandon had pointed out.