Better than the inquisition, I guess.

Recently, last night actually, I gave myself note that perhaps I should alter the group of people I generally run into at night. Now, generally, Arlington nights are just a slapdash amalgamation of just about anyone who youve ever kind of liked a little bit, which is fine by me. Generally fine by me. However, with increasing frequency I'm finding myself in places with two or three people I genuinely like, and by circumstance two or three people that they like, and maybe one or two people that the thrid group tolerates, but on the whole, I would wish into nonexistence if I had that power.

Im not gonna name names here, but last night I was kickin' it pretty solid with some doggies of old, when that group of "tolerateds" arrived. They were met with a warm reception from those who knew them, and by akward handshakes/fives/finger pops and the end/confusion and general panic from the rest of us.

So with the introductions out of the way, one such tolerated began to sing and play guitar, and do other things you shouldn't do when people don't want you to sing and play guitar. He realized soon this behavior was unacceptable. He stopped. There was rejoicing. But. There were elements attempting to coerce him to continue.

He didn't, thank God, but he did say the most disturbingly ill-fitting sentence as an excuse for why he wouldn't play the guitar anymore.

Now, I'm not gonna lie, this scared me a little.

Imagine a Tommy Chong look alike, but without having been in movies, saying:

"I'm not gonna play anymore [name], does it look like I'm trying to get excommunicated from the church of scientology?"

Fuck that.

No thank you.