I found myself with a delivery job slinging "rock salt," which was kind of a drug slang for meth in bulk. We were getting truckloads of pallets of 40 lb. bags of meth disguised as common household water softener. It was a lucrative enough gig, despite competition. I was a driver, though since I was new, not quite familiar with big rig operation or the ins and outs of the meth business. I signed for one giant truckload of the stuff but that was as far as it got.
Meanwhile the other members of the outfit were more concerned with the side band they had started up. It seemed to make sense to use the trucks to roadie about the the band's equipment. I was also performing roadie duties but had my eye on a spot in the band.
They were happy enough with my enthusiasm and were trying to make an honorary spot for me in the lineup, perhaps playing some kind of synthesizer, like a Theramin, with a proximity operated interface. You know, the kind where you place your hand near the device, and it reacts by making weird sounds which you control by changing the distance of your hand in relation to the device. Nobody really likes Theramin solos, so I knew they were just placating me with this spot in the band, which was more of a hair metal band anyway.
But I didn't care. I was happy enough, like Lucy, to just "be in the show." I was explaining to the meat handed driver from the "salt" distribution company, that I never used the stuff, but that I did tweak on coffee once in a while as a part of my musical process.
"Yeah, sure, buddy," was the response, as all he cared about was getting my signature for his load of rocks.
That's it. Had to wake up and pee. Got a strange ear condition going on. It's itchy and weepy right in the spot where my PowerBeats Pro headphones sit, on the inside. This has happened before and I stopped using them. I'm not sure why the reaction, but after only using them again for one time, the condition reappeared, so I'm using the last remedy that seemed to clear it up, Nystatin cream. Welcome to my kaleidoscope of symptoms and health complaints. Never a dull moment.
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