Hiccups

I had the hiccups really hard when I walked home from the show last Saturday. They were loud too. Mission Street is usually pretty crowded around 1:30am on weekend nights, especially the salsa clubs....so walking through all the people on the street I kept hiccuping really hard.

You know those hiccups. The ones that hurt your whole upper torso. Where you feel like you need to bend over and just let the heart attack take its course.

Look at the white guy with the hiccups they were probably saying behind my back.

Hiccup.

Shit, the hiccups were throwing my arms in the air like they were trying to get away from my body by having their own epileptic attack.

Hiccup.

Too much vodka, cheap beer and enchiladas give you...

Hiccup.

I came in our apartment and my wife was asleep. I went into the kitchen to

Hiccup.

eat some left over enchiladas. My wife told me the next morning she heard some of my

Hiccups.

Part 2

Somedays I'm open and some days I'm closed. Lately I've been more closed. I just get tired of trying to be open in a world that favors being closed.

There are days I want to talk to everyone...get to know other people....say hi.

I feel bad for pretty girls who get hit on so much they think when I talk to them I'm hitting on them too. They are always closed. The doors are shut. It's for their protection.

Taking improv acting classes opened me up. Then I took intermediate classes, worked with a small troupe....and started to close again. At that level everyone seems to be begging for attention and stage time and forgetting about interacting with their group. I may take beginning improv again just to get back into the open groove.

I don't like improv troupes or watching improv. I think of it more as a necessary exercise in acting or creating characters or writing. It's a defecation, fun to do but you really don't want to show people.

It's easy to be closed.

It'a hard to be open.

Guitar Wolf sold out for tomorrow night. I can't believe it. I'm going over to tonite's show early to get a hand stamp and head somewhere else to drink some beers and come back and bob my head to the rockin' sounds of japanese punk rockers.

I need caffeine.
I feel closed.

Necesito el cafeína.
Me siento cerrado.

Hiccup.

Posted by Tony DuShane at February 26, 2003 05:44 PM