The Life of a Shitty Metal Band, pt. 3

The summer of 2000 was a very bad one.  I started out the year by attending Amadon's wedding with a massive hangover.  That February I was robbed at the motel I worked at, and had trouble dealing with it for a few months.  Personal relationship problems persisted throughout summer, also a falling-out with Amadon, leading to a complete hault musically.  My only saving grace was the Type O Negative CDs I listened to obsessively.

It would be another 4 years before I would practice with a band again.  In the 4 years, I moved to Grand Forks, got divorced, got a new girlfriend (Karissa), and mended fences with Amadon.  I was still in some denial that he was not the friend I knew in high school.  Amadon, Kevin and I were sitting together drinking at Derek and Tab's wedding one night in June when Matt Person walked up and asked us when a Dusk reunion was going to happen. We all looked at eachother, saw a little spark of interest, and shortly after decided to get together again.

I had drifted a bit from Derek at that point, and didn't think he'd be interested in joining us.  In retrospect, I feel bad about that.  It was just Kevin, Amadon and me playing in the basement of Amadon's cellphone store.  we got some good pictures from our practices, but little else. 

In early 2006, Amadon was evicted, and we had to get our equipment the hell out of there before the landlord took possession.  As Kevin and I gathered our equipment, we noticed the Dean sitting there, unstrung and neglected.  I turned to Kevin and said "Fuck it, I'm taking it with us."  When I informed Amadon that I got it out of there, he replied, "You were the only one who really owned it anyway."  A couple months later, he and I had a severe falling out.  We have not talked to each other to this day.