Quick
aside - you'll get the final Trinitron Chornicle this
Sunday. I was gonna do it yesterday and use the
opening for the final chronicle video but I decided
I'd rather have the whole thing comPLETEly edited and
make a full out kick-ass trailer. Hopefully that's
this Sunday the 6th. And hey - the last chronicle has
to fall on a round number (260) right? Heh. So stay
tuned...
Now
pets. Thursday morning, Jess and I actually have the
whole day off together. Very rare. So of course all
we're doing is cleaning. Yipee. Notice that we can't
find Hijack. Look everywhere and finally realize -
he's not in the house.
(sigh)
Now this ain't no J-Dog. This is the biggest
scaredy-cat ever. If he actually got out, and ran...he
would just run and run. Everything scares him. Bob
scares him, Jess scares him - everything. Jess
actually put her fork into a bean in her bowl, put it
up and said "BEAN" while Hijack was on the couch next
to us and he damn near broke the coffee table trying
to get away. SCARE-DEE-CAT.
So
we're trying to figure out just how the hell this
happened when we notice a little secret compartment in
the bathroom closet where their litter is. It's an
opening to...OUTSIDE. ? What the hell is this? Right
under the house and outside. Obviously how he got out.
I swear this house is just full of strange
"head-scratching" moments. Who has a trap-door in
their bathroom closet?
It
started to sink in fairly quickly throughout the day
that he wasn't coming back. Again, J-Dog is one in a
million and he wasn't scared of anything ('cept a
guitar. Guitars were his living hell). By Friday
evening Bob was just crying incessently. More of just
annoyance cries. Almost like he didn't know what was
missing, but he wasn't getting his usual attention.
For us though, it's just that pit in your stomach.
Something you've spent 2 years caring for is just
gone. Not knowing what happened and just overall
sadness. It just sucks losing a pet. You're angry at
the idiots that put a TRAP DOOR IN THE FUCKING
BATHROOM and you just know the chance of a miraculous
J-Dog return is insanely slim.
By
Sunday night it had been over 4 days since I saw him,
and absolutely knew he was long gone. If everything
scares you, guess how far you can run in 4 days?
And
then of course he comes back.
There's
a cry at the front door, I think it's Bob right next
to me- then realize it's Hijack. It was pretty funny
actually - 'cause both Jess and I are overly sensitive
to Bob now 'cause we know he's bummed. So I think I
hear Bob crying and I ask him what's up when I realize
it's not coming from him and I FREAK OUT.
I
whip open the door and say "Hijack". And I
swear to GOD - one paw comes into the
house. I'm at an angle to the right of the
door, so I'm still slightly unsure. Then I
see his head pop out. Amazing. Then he
looks unsure for a moment. He's looking in
the house to make sure he's at the right
one. It's what makes me think he must've
been in someone else's house for a time.
That or he was crying at every front door
on the street. For a moment I thought he
was gonna run again, and I started
freakin' out a bit. I can't catch him in
the house let alone in the middle of the
night outside. But amazingly he finally
decided that this was the right one,
walked in I shut the door - and pow:
grabbed the camera.
I
was the pussy of the world man. LOL. I won't even show
you the beginning of this tape. My voice is pathetic.
It was this mixture of utter shock, joy, and just a
little more utter shock. Yes, even after showing you
guys Spencer, I'm embarrassed at how emotional I get
over my pets man. Seriously, after 24 hours passed I
knew there was no way he was coming back. And for him
to be able to smell out the house just blows my mind.
Mark this down as moment #48 where you wish you could
just talk to your pets for like one minute. Ever
wished that? Wished you could just level with 'em for
a few moments, and then they can go back to being a
normal pet:
"Listen,
you use the toilet instead of the litter box, I'll buy
you the most expensive cat food I can find. Deal?"
"In
the morning, never cry until there are 4 digits on
that clock. Cool?"
"Where
the HELL were you the past 4 days?!?!"
Cat
and dog owners know it man. There's moments where
you'd give anything to just be able to talk with 'em
for just a second. 'Cause they're so damn human at
times, it seems possible.
Anyway,
so all is right with the world. Bob was weird last
night - but yesterday morning they were chasing each
other again. Just another strange anecdote in this
crazy journey. Now if only J-Dog could find his way to
the house after... 10 months? Why not. Heh.
Oh
yeah, 'nother cool story: So I'm taking a jog around
the neighborhood, and I throw a $10 bill in my shoe to
hit up a subway near my house. I jog around for a bit
(tired after 10 minutes - MUST get back in shape) and
decide to wog the rest of the way to subway
(walk/jog). Check my show and the $10 is gone.
FUUUUUUCK. So I decide to retrace my steps but I did
all sortsa weird shit in the mile I had run and it was
a crazy path. So I'm retracing and I think to myself
"At what point do you stop looking?". It's one of
those scruples questions. Used to be if I lost a
DOLLAR I would search and search - but after watching
thousands go out the door WEEKLY, $10 is just NOTHING.
But I still searched in vein and in what has to be the
dumbest luck I've ever had - boom: found it. $10 bill
clear as day sitting in the grass. It was the coolest
moment boy. Glad I didn't give up. I proceeded to
DRIVE to subway after that.
All
in all things are pretty good. The only real stress
has been Trinitron related as I'll describe in the
final chronicle Sunday. Oddly enough though, I'm not
really happy. You know? There are day-to-day happy
moments, and the routine of life sets in with a dash
of showbiz here and there - but when I step back from
everything - I wouldn't consider me happy. I should be
- but I'm not. That's not good. It's OK when things
are crazy and you're stressed out, but I really have
very little to be bummed about considering all I've
been through the past 3 1/2 years. Gotta find a way to
see that. Thankfully it's all on the inside. My
actions are not that of a depressed man. I save all
that for here. On the outside I'm continuing to kick
ass and pull a whole helluva lotta shit off in a short
amount of time.
Strange
how different your thoughts can be from your actions
ain't it...
