Adrenaline.. not to be taken while angry!

Once a long time ago, in my early twenties, I was in a band.

The way it all went about is really benign.

However the way it ended, was not.

I was at bar one night, Saturday, I think. It was one of those dive, hole-in-the-wall places full of those types you might bring home to mom and dad if you wanted a good dose of shock value.

Anyway, here I was, twenty something, looking for a change, and I was talking to these two guys, Brad, and Dan.

After a few drinks and some lively bar talk, we found out that I was looking to sing in a band, after all, I thought I could sing worth a damn, and they were looking for a singer.. it was fate, Karma, the powers that be...... at work for us.

I agreed to meet up with them the next day, to rehearse.

We worked well together..I can't really remember a lot of details about the whole thing, it did happen almost a decade ago, and well does that part really matter? and if I was wrong in some of the details, how the hell would you know anyway.

We practiced a few times a week, in Dan's garage. I thought we sounded good. We played a few local bars now and then, but nothing huge, nothing that would get us a deal, you know? It was more for fun, than anything.

I got my nose pierced, I dyed my hair "saftey red" that's what the box said.
I was all into the band lifestyle. We got paid, and it was fun!!

Now, you must know, this time in my life lasted for only 4 1/2 weeks.
We ended up getting a bass payer named Rob, HE I will never forget....and I am sure he will never ever forget me...
after the group, which we named Nonsense, got a little better.. we brought him on to round out the sound we had going.

We only did cover tunes of girly grunge bands, like Hole and L7 and Seven Year Bitch.. stuff I loved!!!

We were actually not bad, but after Rob came in, things were not good..
He and I did not get along AT ALL..
he was an asshole with too many opinions, and to him, I was the bitch who couldn't carry a tune.
Fuck carrying tunes, we were singing GRUNGE for christ's sake...COME ON!!!

We had managed to get a gig at a local bar that was the starting place for many bands, rumor has it Dave Matthews played there, WAY BACK IN THE DAY.
(I can neither confirm or deny this...)

We were one week shy of the gig, and practicing hard.
As usual..
Rob was in a funk, and I was on the prod, therefore a deadly mix.
What happened that night, I am not proud of, nor will I ever let happen again, if I can help it.
We got into it..it went something like this:

Rob: YOU SUCK, you can fucking not sing, and we will never go anywhere until you get your head out of your ass!!!!! ( to me)
Me: you can't play the fucking guitar to feed your mom, you suck so bad we did better without you..
and so on and so on, until finally we calmed down enough to start practicing again.

Halfway into the song, it started again, he stopped and got right up in my face, pointing his index finger at me, right up close.....and yelled in my face YOU CAN NOT FUCKING SING!!!
Me: OH YEAH???? WELL HERE!!! I grabbed his index finger between my index finger and thumb and the rush of adrenaline was so bad that I literally snapped his finger in two.. THE BONE ACTUALLY POPPED OUT OF ITS SKIN!!! It was so gross..I wanted to puke.

I will never as long as I live, forget the look on his face, or the sound that escaped his mouth.. it was morbidly horrible....

I was in shock for about 24 hours after that, and I never saw those men again.. I walked out of that garage that night with no intention of ever going back to that part of my life.

I never got so close to rock'n'roll as I did with Nonsense, but I will hold the memories of that 4 1/2 weeks for the rest of my life, as long as my brain allows...

And for what it's worth, Rob, I am sorry I broke your finger.. I let my temper get the best of me.