I Didn’t Remember, But I Used To Be A Bass Player!?!
For the occasion, Jeff and Ben took it upon themselves to set up a guitar at my “station”, with a tiny tiny baby amp. It was quite hilarious for me to see that, especially as the last time I checked, my guitar amps were a Hiwatt Custom 50 Combo and an Orange Rockerverb 50 MKIII Combo, not that red MEGA VL 10 🙂
Me: “Guys, what is that thing?!?”
Ben: “It’s your amp brother.”
Me: “Hahahaha… Seriously?”
Ben: “I’m really serious. You don’t remember?”
Me: …
Ben: “Yes, yes, it is. You are sponsored by Mega. It must be those freaking micro-brain embolisms. We are with you brother. We know it’s not easy for you, especially when it comes to forgetting your favorite brands like Mega.”
Me: “And the bass, what is it for? You’re going to tell me I’m the band’s bassist as well?”
Ben: “Thank God, you haven’t forgotten everything. Yes, you are the bass player. Your hero is the bassist Neil Peart from Sonic Jam.”
Me: “Hahaha, funny. I’m not that crazy! :)”
Ben: “I’m with you brother. Never hesitate to come to me if you need to talk. You’ve truly been through major trauma and I know you are not yourself just yet.”
Me: “Of course, of course. And I play that bass, right? But it looks pretty cheap. It’s a “Tracer”!”
Ben: “No brother, look behind the bass head. It’s a Fender-Tracer- USA Custom Shop.”
Me: “True… WRITTEN with a PEN, in 2 different colors!!! Hahaha!”
Ben: “Ah brother, those brain embolisms did way more damage than we would like to believe. You’ve got so much to catch up on. I’m here.”
Me: “True, but I remember you still owe me a few dollars, right?”
Ben: “I gave it all back to you right before your surgery, in case you would die. I didn’t want to see you go knowing I owed you money. I’ve got too much respect and love for you.”
Me: “Really? Of course…”
Ben: “See, you remember now. So touching.”
Alex: “Hahaha! I didn’t remember you were driving me crazy, though.”
Ben: “Ah, everyone: ALEX IS HEALED! Ok, take your bass and go have fun! :)”
I found Leonard like that this morning. He looked as if he was on a major Saint Patrick’s Day hangover! Poor little boy. Maybe I should tell him that those were non-alcoholic Guinness cookies! Don’t call the “Li’l hangover pup protection services”, it’s a joke. But he was indeed looking like that this morning when I showed up at my office. I’m suspicious that Miss Isabel could have something to do with that. I might be a bit slower cognitively, but when I see you going out of my office while laughing at 7 am, I could do 1+1 = “Hey, good morning Miss Isabel! How are you?” Wait, who was I talking about again?