So It Is

Waiting in the pitch black for B to pass by so I could make my way into the wings, I turned to the bass player and asked him if he needed a Kleenex (the poor guy was sniffling up a storm). Suddenly I’m on my knees in immense pain, little green lights popping in and out of focus in front of me.

When I turned to the bass player he turned toward me too and damn near gouged my eye out. He later said it was just his pinkie finger, but his pinkie finger is as big as my index finger. I finished the rest of the show with one squinty, watery eye and, nearly 24 hours later, my eye still aches.

I guess mom was right. It really is all fun and games until somebody loses an eye.