If anyone wants to add their own Two Truths and One Lie story, please do. Figure it'd be a way to get to know each other while also utilizing our writing talents.
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Is That Tom Waits?
The first time I heard Tom Waits music was around ten years ago when he was on the Daily Show. When he started singing I laughed. I thought, ‘This guy sounds ridiculous. His voice is weird. Of course hipsters and intellectuals would love this strange, grumbling sound.’
Then I kept listening. I started to get it. Before I knew it I started looking up his music online. I bought a cd of his, Beautiful Maladies. I listened to it all the time. My favorite song was Jesus Gonna Be Here, though really, I loved all the songs.
I used to listen to it at work in the morning, when I worked in the produce department at Whole Foods. One of my co-workers, Brian, asked me, “Is this pirate music?” He was referring to the song Singapore. Eventually he borrowed the cd and became a fan as well.
So one day at work, about four years ago, I look up and see this old guy, wearing a fedora walk by. ‘Looks like Tom Waits.’ I thought. Then my buddy Kurt says, “Did you see Tom Waits?”
“Holy guacamole. That is Tom Waits.”
So Tom eventually walks up to me and in his grumbly voice asks me “Where are the Minneola Tangerines?”
“Umm, we don’t have any. I have Satsumas. Do you want to try one?”
“I’m good.”
He bought the Satsumas.
That’s all I could say to the guy whose music I’ve been listening to non-stop for years.
Kurt walks up to me and asks “So, did you offer him a bj?”
“He probably gets people bugging him all the time. I was respectful.”
So Tom walks by my other friend, Brian, who looks him in the eyes and says “I’m a huge fan of your music. Just wanted to shake your hand.”
Tom shook it, then left.
Brian looks at me. “Hey man, I’d rather keep it real rather than acting all awkward and staring at him from far away.”
Life lesson learned.
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Hunters Remorse
My family has always been into hunting. My grandpa, Papa, used to have a deer hunting club out at our family’s ranch. As a kid I used to want to go hunting but my mom would never let me. She was always an animal lover and didn’t like the idea of shooting animals.
Eventually, over the years I started to adopt my mom’s views more. I too loved animals and the thought of killing a deer started to sound worse and worse to me.
That is until I took a Wildlife class at High School. In the Wildlife class the teacher talked to us about how hunting deer was actually a good thing. Poaching was bad but hunting was good because it helped with deer overpopulation, since the natural predators of deer had mostly been wiped out by man, there needed to be another way to control deer population.
I took this to heart. That’s when I decided to get my hunting license. It took a few weeks but eventually I got one. When deer hunting season came around I was ready. I went with my Grandpa and my redneck cousin, Rick.
We camped out in the hills that night, then in the morning we started scouting.
First couple of hours there was nothing. I went off on my own for awhile. Found a nice bush to hide behind and just waited.
Eventually a big, white tailed buck came out into the clearing. He had magnificent antlers. I scoped him out with my rifle. This would be my first kill.
I just stared at him for awhile. His black nose had white markings all over it. It was strange but beautiful. His eyes were like most deer eyes, black and dull. I felt sympathy for him.
‘Just shoot.’ I thought.
BANG!
He ran off. I aimed to miss.
“Good luck, Spotted Nose.”
A few days later my cousin Rick shot himself a nice buck. All the hunters were celebrating it.
It was Spotted Nose.
Last time I ever went hunting.
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I Think I’m Having a Heart Attack
Like many people I first started smoking [censored] in my teens. Most of my friends did it, I was the late bloomer, the goody two shoes of the group. Many of whom were smoking in Junior High but I didn’t start until High School.
It was fun for awhile but eventually I started to not like it. I’d get too paranoid. I already had social anxiety and [censored] seemed to make it worse.
So I stopped smoking some time after High School. Occasionally, sure, I’d smoke with a friend or if I was at a party but not much.
Eventually I moved into a house with a bunch of partyer roommates. Surfers, hippies and stoners. I’d gotten back into smoking a little but still not too much.
One day I come home from work and there’s brownies on the counter. My roommate Joe and his girlfriend Eileen are laughing behind the counter.
“You should eat some, Josh.” said Joe.
“Careful.” Eileen said.
“{censored] brownies?” I asked.
“Doc brought them home.” Joe said.
I grabbed one and ate it.
‘I know what I’m doing.’ I thought.
Later that night I’m lying in bed. I’m thinking thoughts. Lots of thoughts. Thoughts are flowing through me like a river. I can’t stop thinking.
My heart is beating. It’s just the [censored] brownies Josh. It’s cool.
I need to get up.
I walk into the kitchen.
Doc walks in.
“Oh. Hey doc. So.. I tried those brownies. Pretty powerful.”
“Huh. Yeah.” Laughs a little.
“Yeah.. Man.. I’m kind of freaking out.”
Laughs to himself.
“Well, good luck with that.” Walks away.
‘Huh. Alright. That was no help. Maybe I’ll go back to bed. Just calm down.’
Laying in bed. I’m thinking thoughts. Lots of thoughts. Thoughts are flowing through me like a river. I can’t stop thinking.
My heart is racing. I think I’m having a heart attack. No. It’s just the brownie. Holy crap, it’s totally a heart attack.
I get up, knock on Joe’s door.
“Wha?”
“I think I’m having a heart attack.”
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Joe drives me to the hospital.
As we get to the parking lot. He stops and looks at me.
“How many of those brownies did you eat?”
“Just that one.”
“This is going to be expensive. Are you sure you’re having a heart attack?”
“.. um… uh.. no.”
“We can go in if you want. Just know, it’s going to cost a lot of money.”
“Uh.. Yeah. You’re right. You can drive back.”
Last time I ever eat [censored] brownies.
**
A few years later.
“Hey, uh.. Zack. Man, I ate those [censored] brownies. Man.. I think I’m freaking out a little.”
“Dude, whatever you do, just enjoy it.”
Damn good advice.
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