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She shrugged. “Whatever.”
“Who’s he working with now?”
“Blacksmith Sugar. They’re on the East Coast right now.”
“Are they playing Rocktoberfest? I’d love to see them and say hello to Brock.”
“Yeah, they’re on the first night, though.”
“Fuck yeah! We’ll be there for the whole festival. Are you going to be there?”
Pam shook her head. “No, the kids. I can’t be gone like that. But I get to see you now, bud.”
Pam and Brock were a connection I’d made very shortly after Midnight Hunt broke up the first time. We’d toured together with shitty bands in shitty joints and become great friends. “It’s great to see you, Pammy.”
“I know. And I look pretty fucking great for having popped out two brats, huh! Hey, can you get three tickets for tonight? I’d like to bring my oldest and his boyfriend.”
“Yeah, sure. How old are they?”
“He’s almost thirteen. Do you believe that?” She’d gotten pregnant while we were touring dives around the Midwest. It ended her coming with us.
“Damn, it’s been a long time.” I didn’t even want to do the math.
“It has, but I was fucking glad to see y’all get back together. You were way too fucking good to be playing those shitholes with those shitty bands.”
“Thanks. I’d like to think that.” Catching up with her had been great, but I really wanted to go hide out and smoke this joint. I didn’t want to ditch my friend, but I had other things to do. “Hey, I have to run. You should hang out. Charge whatever you want to our room.”
“Oh, yeah. I bet you have a lot of shit to do before the show. And I actually do too, but it’s been so fucking good seeing you.” We stood and hugged and walked down together, hugging again before she went out the front doors to retrieve her car while I went toward the back of the hotel. To find a spot where I could roll up a joint in peace.
After I got high, I went back to my room and took a shower. I put on fresh jeans and a T-shirt that was so old, it was nearly worn through, and I had no idea what was originally on the front of it. Now it was pieces of what it had been and looked a little like abstract art. But it was super comfortable.
I had an hour before I had to be down at the stage, which was onsite at the hotel, and I wasn’t sure where Coleman was, but I had words filtering in my head. Probably because it had been an emotional few days. I grabbed my notebook and opened it up. The words on the page were kind of gelling with the new ones I had, so I figured I’d work on meshing them together.
You threw my heart in a pine box
My love went deep, six feet
Can’t claw my way back—nowhere left to dance
No drums to beat
With me you buried another chance
There’s no second chance
There’s no second chance
I’ve been running on fumes
Running for my life
Banging out other peoples’ tunes
Looking for my way back to you
but in the end you don’t care
End the end you never dared
