It started off just like a normal ride. I called Uber to go to rehearsal. I was riding with a guy who lives in my neighborhood. He’s really nice and I have a lot of respect for him. We just instantly bonded. He’s one of those guys, you know? Sometimes I meet someone and we’re instant friends. More about instant friends another time. Let’s get back to the Uber driver.
It’s that time of year, and we quickly got to the “How were your holidays?” and “Happy new year, indeed!” Then for some inexplicable reason I felt this connection to him, and to everything. I felt similar when I was opening up about myself on the Guided B.S. podcast. We started talking about everything, but mostly my things. And it felt so good.
So here I am, telling a stranger that I’ve recently been diagnosed with M.S. Telling him that I’m staying positive, still playing music as much as I can. Enjoying edible treats in a way I never understood was possible. I tell him that this is making me kinder person, and it might make me a better musician.
I’m listening to myself saying that, saying that all this may make me better. I can’t believe I just said that. I can’t believe I thought that, and then vocalized it to a stranger. Do I believe that? Am I going to be better because of this?
I really don’t want to second guess myself on this. Let’s go with it.
“Of course, I wasn’t sober” he says to me while describing the time he saw Stevie Ray Vaughan – a month before he died in a plane crash. When I first got there, to order my salad with salmon steak, he asked to bum a smoke. Yes, salmon steak. It just sounds so much meatier that way. I told him I only had a couple cigarettes- which was true, kind of. I had four and a half.
Then I thought of those long bus rides, stopping at bus stations in the middle of nowhere. No gas stations in sight. Out of cigarettes myself. I thought of the older African American woman who bummed me a smoke when I really needed one.
I looked over to the door, and saw this guy frantically searching the park for anyone who might be smoking, anyone who even looks like they might be a smoker. I took two cigarettes out of my pack, grabbed my coffee with my other hand, and walked out the front door. “Here you go, man. I had more than I thought” I tell him. His eyes lit up and he thanked me profusely.
We talked about music, and shows we’ve seen- actually just shows that he’s seen, I was just enjoying listening to the stories. I let the fact that I am a musician come out, and his eyes widened and lit up all over again.
I went back inside and he followed closely, pumping me for more information about playing music. I gave him my number and told him I would be happy to help him out with some guitar lessons. I haven’t heard from him yet, and I doubt I ever will, but the way he treated the bartender makes me happy about that. She is a friend of mine, and he was doing that thing that a lot of men do to women they don’t know. Just can’t get past the fact that she is beautiful. Just can’t respect her for who she is- another human being.
After I ate, I took my last two cigarettes and left.
I started on my medicine this morning. I’m nervous. Also, the fundraiser goes up today, with the video attached to it. I’m nervous about that too.
Why am I nervous about taking medicine that is supposed to make me feel better? I’m also nervous about asking for help, and my friends have done all the work.
I saw the video that Donna made for the fundraiser. I thought it was gonna make me uncomfortable, everyone talking about me and stuff- but it made me immensely proud. Proud of my life, proud of myself, proud of my friends that I love so much. I couldn’t wait to send it to my mother and make her proud.
The fundraiser is already taking off marvelously. I had to turn my phone off for a little while- it was just too many notifications. Too many emotions. I am humbled and so so so grateful.
Here’s the fundraiser https://www.youcaring.com/mattysheets-734356
And the video from Crossover Productions
I feel like this happens every five years or so- real snow in the south. It’s strange. Everything gets cancelled. All stores are out of milk and bread. Milk and bread. Wouldn’t you buy something like soup? I can’t help but picture families gathered around the kitchen table to warm up from their sledding adventures, dogs huddled under the table for the chance that little Jimmy will drop some of his milk soaked bread.
Maybe they’re playing cards while reaching for another piece of bread to fold in half and dip in their glass of milk. The humans, not the dogs- I imagine dipping isn’t high on the dogs’ list of priorities.
I’m snowed in with two dogs right now, and they don’t even want to go outside. I gave them each a nice biscuit, but they haven’t even mentioned a thing about milk or bread. I played them some guitar and it seemed to calm them down, then I went to the kitchen to look for bread and milk because I felt like I should.
Then I remembered that Mo and I don’t eat gluten. Where’s the milk? Then I remembered that I don’t eat dairy. If you don’t eat gluten or dairy, being snowed in with milk and bread sounds like a total nightmare. Or the most boring cheat day.
But then I remembered xmas. Suzanne’s mom gave me a bunch of instant hot chocolates and the dirtiest book of limericks I have ever seen. Honestly I could barely find one that I could read aloud in front of her. I’m pretty sure she didn’t realize what that book contains.
Raspberry hot chocolate. I’m not a huge raspberry chocolate fan, but it’s going to great. At least it’s not milk and bread, right?
We had one of the best open mics I have ever hosted this week. Ever.
The bar has been closing early lately, while students are out of town for break. Two weeks ago it totally made sense. It was the week of xmas, and open mic was quite slow. But then last week it picked back up, and I had to turn a lot of people away. And there was a bunch of people drinking.
This week I decided I wouldn’t stress out about it, just contact a bunch of people who come out and ask if they were coming. A bunch of people. My question was usually met with a “not sure, why?” response.
But they showed up. Plenty of them showed up. Even Jess was in town, and it was so nice to see her. We had a great time having dinner last night, after a really good Cold Rollers rehearsal- and I think it made my year, already, on January 4th. Reuniting. Felt great.
It’s the second day of the new year and it’s another early morning. We got up around 7:30 to clear out of the house. The pest control person was gonna be here at 8:00 to kill bugs.
Turns out we didn’t even have to leave the house this time, and it was very fast, and we bonded with the bug killer over having a mutual respect for all people, and hating fascists. It’s tough living in North Carolina sometimes- a lot of the time.
I listened to some great podcasts while I worked from home. After work I moved to sad songs and missing her. Then I exchanged some text messages with her as I continued listening to sad songs. I was very happy to hear that she misses me too, but there may have been a tear or two. It was the first time I wanted a drink since I quit two weeks ago. Having a drink would have been worse.
When you’re hard on yourself and just think you suck, that’s one thing. When you’re hard on yourself, and think you’re gonna get better, because you don’t suck, then you’re on to something. I’m trying to do the second thing.