Johnny Cupcakes

The other night, my friend Juris got a 360 in skeeball. You only get 9 balls, and 50 points is the highest possible amount you can get per ball. These are the old-school wooden balls too. That means he got an average of 40 points per ball. Rick and I tied with a happy high score of 340, before Juris smashed our hopes and dreams with his new high score.

Rumor has it, that Erich scored a 400 during insomnia night. Now I didn’t see this take place, but when I went into the cupcake cave to watch him try again, he was getting 50’s and 40’s with ease. I might have to go and say that 400 may possibly new high score.

Above you’ll see Chuck and Erich, longtime friends. Chuck’s real name is John, but when he joined On Broken Wings, there was already a handful of John’s in the band, so I called him Chuck. Now 87% of the people in his life, call him Chuck. Made up of skin, blood, and implanted gps bits, he use to be the road master on tour. Chuck’s now a firefighter, EMT, and he’s dating a nurse! I was joking with him the other day, about how it seems like he’s playing house. Most young boy’s want to be a firefighter, and little girls want to be a nurse. I just thought it was funny/cute/all americanish.

Anyways, Erich is the friend I had mentioned who use to be our roadie/tour manager back in the day. He’s now living in Philly doing some James Bond meets Macgyver type work, making good money and getting flown out to different places. He’s a funny, caring, memorable character.

After breakfast and hacky sack, a bunch of us had a snowball fight to start off the day. While slipping on ice and dodging doggie kah-kah, snowballs, and random thugs, we had a good time.

Haahaha… When leaving our breakfast haven, I glanced over to the right and saw a group of thugs playing hacky sack in the basketball court, next to the outdoor Weymouth skate park. Despite the winter weather and complete randomness, I thought it would be fun/funny/memorable to join these kids in playing a few polite games of hacky sack. I didn’t want to go home until I got a “full hack”. I haven’t played this, or seen this game for at least 10-12 years! Carefully balancing on the icy trail towards the courts, we finally made it over there. These kids were probably very confused. Wheeler, Chuck and I played with them, while our other friends cackled at us in the back-round. I gave Chuck my camera so he could document this random act of hackyness. While playing, the thug kids slowly started leaving/heading towards the typical high school, berserker bass-booming vehicle. It was nice of them to let us join their hacky sack circle. Thank you kind strangers.