This is your brain.

Posted 4 years, 4 months, 5 days, 20 hours, 30 minutes ago by Kno

For those of you that know me, you know I don’t smoke, do drugs and only drink on rare occasions. A fellow artist and close friend, who will remain anonymous, took the hobby of ‘herbal enlightenment’ back up after years of non-partaking and said to me “Kno. If you ever see me losing my edge, showing any signs of smoking myself stupid…please sit me down and have a talk with me. I mean it.”

Fast forward 4 years. Denver, CO. December, 2007.

After a recent show, we stop to fill up the gas tank of the rental SUV before turning it back in and catching the flight home. The gas in the rental is 1/4 full, and the “anonymous friend” is entrusted with using the business Visa to fill the tank up. The other occupants of the vehicle go inside to relieve themselves, buy snacks, whatever. We all re-enter the vehicle after cleaning the inside up a little, and start to make the 1 minute drive to return it.

As we drive off, the conversation goes something like this:

Me: “Did you get a receipt?”

Friend: “Nah, I forgot.”

Me: “Taxes, man.”

Friend: “I know. Want to go back and have them print it out?”

Me : “Nah, we need to check in, its coo– wait.

(looking at gas gauge still on 1/4 tank)

Me: “Did you even put gas in this thing?”

Friend: “Hell yeah! I filled it up!”

Me: “Hmm. Maybe the gauge is broken. You SURE you filled it up?”

Friend : “Absolutely! I filled it til’ it popped and couldn’t take anymore! I am absolutely sure.”

Me: “Hmm. Well, we need to go back and make sure its really full, because if we turn it in 1/4 full we’ll be charged a bunch of money. Plus we can go back to the same pump just to see what it says, I’m sure nobody has used it since we did.”

We turn around.

Pull back up to pump #6 and this is what we see.

Gas.

Might be time to have that talk, buddy.