I miss Blastula practicing, too...we're still coping with it...anyway, Mr. Goodvibes followed me up the hall last night at 4 this morning (gig in Galveston ended at 1:30 and we spent an interminable amount of time at a slacker-run Whataburger drive-thru in Dickinson on the way back...then when we got the order, only half of it was there...it took a long time to get it all right. Remind me never to go there again.) I felt somebody behind me, turned around and there stood Mr. Goodvibes, right up in my face. You folks might think I'm crazy. Seeing a ghost and telling about it puts you in a weird light, some people go, "Oh, that guy's on drugs or he's mental" or something. Well, here I am standing in the hall upstairs at 4AM, face-to-face with a ghost. He consists of a kind of atmospheric material. He's visible but transparent, he makes sounds but it's not necessarily something your ear can hear. You hear him in your head. This time he showed up as a black shadow, moving, pulsating, almost like I was looking at him through a tunnel...I got cold. Freezing cold. Chills, goosebumps, I shuddered...that always without fail brings fear into me. I said "I'll deal with you later. Right now I have to get some sleep. Leave me alone." I went into the bedroom and was asleep within a few minutes, it was a 24-hour-long day. I'm thinking about getting in touch with Lone Star Spirits and having them over one of these nights. They might be able to find something out about him. Cheers, WC1
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