Saturday August 24 2019

 

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On Nimmo Parkway waiting at the stoplight about to cross where it intersects General Booth. Suddenly I hear sirens from a fire truck headed in the same direction. Everyone around me and myself drive carefully behind. Up ahead somewhere in the shopping plaza we hear gunshots. I’m out of my car now carrying the brown stool used at Music Makers for some reason. The gunshots continue and seem to get closer. I see people running frantically up the sidewalk in my direction. I follow suit. A man driving a customized tractor sort of vehicle moves quickly towards us. He’s got golden shotguns and shoots randomly at the crowd. I manage to get around the corner but he’s right there behind me. I throw my hands up in fear and walk slowly by. Then I notice it’s someone I know.

“Wyatt! Wyatt Clark!” I shout at him.

He recognizes me. I get closer and we connect for a bit talking about how long it’s been since we’ve seen each other. He assures me he’s not gonna shoot me cause I’m “locked”, understood to mean protected. My knee accidentally hits the gold guns. They’re hot from so much firing.

I try to talk some sense into him, “You know how this is gonna end right? It won’t be good. You could get yourself killed.”

I tread lightly cause I’m not certain how clear of a state his head is in. There’s a line of people behind him watching and listening to our conversation. Because I know him I feel obligated to resolve the situation. There are no cops around yet which is strange. But I continue my attempt to safely end this.

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Waking up at 11:30 a.m. to the sweet smells of Ana making Blueberry Waffles for breakfast.

 

At Music Makers for a few afternoon lessons.

 

Egg Sandwich with Tomato. Melon. Kale.

 

Ana, mom, and I drive over to Lisa and Zack’s wedding at Lisa’s parents house, which is beautiful and perfectly fit for a wedding. I was invited but also hired to bring a PA system and deejay the evening. The place fills up fast. They have the ceremony right in the sunlit foyer. One of our students at Music Makers, Skylar, sings a few songs for the bride/groom dance – a very touching moment. Rachel and her friend Bryn shoot photography throughout the night. Later on, opening up the dance floor with 80’s hits and the wedding party standards.  

 

 

Back home. Settling down with some Green Tea and Chips.

 

At the studio organizing things.

 

 

Sleep 4 a.m.