Tigallo for Dolo

So I've just spent the night drinking with Nick. I have been thinking of what to write about tonight. Tomorrow is D's show in San Pedro and I'm just trying to show love by writing nothing but positive vibes about that. But its hard when you're are genuinely drunk. Which I am at this hour. But that doesn't deter me. I am in my own mind the greatest writer no one has ever heard of. So with that in mind and when I say "that in mind" I mean my own mind because thats where I am at my most awesomeness, lets start this typing shit. Where was I? Oh yeah I was drinking with Nick. We were at this place in North Park called the West Coast Tavern. nice place. actually has a movie theater and on mondays you can go there buy a pint and watch whatever they happen to be playing on the silver screen. But tonight is Wednesday and its dead. I don't remember it being dead on a wednesday before but then we did just show up at 11 pm. I assume the place is haunted since its been here since the 1920's, and fuck yeah I believe in ghosts I saw one on the queen mary once. The restrooms are actually the movie theater restrooms so you have to go back into the old part of the place to pee. I am convinced one day I'll go back there and while I'm peeing some ghost of a forgotten movie star who isnt cool enough to haunt Hollywood's famous spots will show up here and scare the fuck outta me. Like if Scott Bakula were dead he would come out of the bathroom wall and scare me to where I pee all over the room. I would still wash my hands though cuz well Scott Bakula would want me to. The bartenders here apparently make a mean mojito because thats all I saw them make tonight. I also noticed that Wednesdays is bourbon night.

*Editor's notes- The above is what I wrote on Wednesday night. The editor is me by the way. I have no idea what my point was and seeing that nothing exciting happened on Wednesday, I'll just end this one with my Queen Mary experience. I guess I'll consider this my halloween special. Yeah its August but fuck it. Oh and Scott Bakula is still alive, I don't want to be one to be starting celebrity death rumors like the schmucks who keep saying Bill Cosby is dead. Scott Bakula was the star of Quantum Leap by the way. I have the theme song stuck in my head right now.
Anyways on with the queen Mary story.
So back in 2006 I spent the night on the Queen Mary for my birthday. I am a man of history-love reading about shit that happened long ago. With this interest in the past comes an interest in ghosts. Please note my omission of the word paranormal. I'm not a EMF detector carrying, vortex hunting, EVP listening dweeb. I just happen to watch the shows. Alright fine I am a dweeb. Anyways yeah like I stated earlier I believe in ghosts. in 2005 I was at Gettysburg and took my son on a ghost tour which was nerdy but fun. A few years prior I was in New Orleans and went on a ghost tour there. During those tours never saw a thing but would highly recommend them anyways because the stories told during the tours are entertaining. Plus in New Orleans the tour was in the french quarter and half way through it we stopped at a "haunted" bar. where I proceeded to have a few "haunted" beers and hurricanes.  The queen Mary though was more than just a tour. It was this stay the night package that included dinner on board followed by a tour of the boat. Having been on previous tours where nothing obviously happened, I had no worries other than worrying if I would be able to finish 2 bottles of wine before the tour started. I must admit though that our room was supposedly on one of the most haunted levels of the boat and I refused to close the bathroom door while I showered to get ready for dinner. Anyways after dinner the tour started. everything was going well, the stories were interesting the locations they took us to were pretty cool, but no ghosts were to be found. Until they took us (it was a tour group of about 20 I'd say) to a part of the boat way down below that used to serve as a stage where there would be nightly shows. They proceeded to take us into the room the actors would use as a dressing room. The tour guide who is supposed to also be a medium then proceeded to tell us that alot of ghosts tend to hang around in the room especially an ex worker named harry. She then turned off the lights and and had us sit there for a bit. I was one of the taller people in the tour maybe one other person taller than me. Anyways I am sitting there with my eyes open looking at the tour guide as she spoke about this Harry guy a little more and how he's sometimes nice and sometimes not so much. As she's speaking this shadow begins to block my view of her. I naturally first think its just another person who is just walking towards the back of the room where I'm at. Then I realize this shadow is moving too fast and is instantly right in front of my face. Again there is maybe one person taller than me in the group and that guy was in the front by the tour guide still. this shadow person is actually looking down at me a bit and starts to come in closer to look at my face. I decided that now was a good time to yell " who the hell is in front of me!" not giving a damn how much of a puss I sounded like. I also decide that now is a good time to close my eyes and look down. the other people on tour I guess initially thought I was just being a puss until a big ass bang sound happened a couple of seconds after I yelled. This caused the tour guide to turn on the lights and when I finally opened my eyes again people were asking me what I saw. What I saw was a shadow of a man over 6ft  tall- taller than me anyways and I'm 6 3, and bald. Turns out this harry guy is about that tall and was bald. Hey I'm just typing what I saw. Later I would be talking to the one of the other tall guys in the group and he would say he saw the same thing and thought it was me. As if I hadnt been scared shitless enough, we later went to the old pool- that one pool they always show on tv when they do a ghost special. the tour guide took us to the ladies shower room and told us to get into an individual stall. I said fuck that and went into the same stall as my ex. anyways she starting talking about a ghost of an older lady that cruises this shower area and tends to come out one of these stalls. All of the sudden she tells us to look out from the stall to the back of the shower area. All the tour members were at the front of the shower area and as we look towards the back we she the head of a lady looking out of one of the back stalls. There were no old ladies on the tour there is no entrance from the back so unless they have an old lady hanging out all night there until the tour comes through... anyways like I said I'm just typing what I saw. At this point I was no longer looking forward to staying the night in my room.Needless to say I slept with the light on and TV on.

The " I ain't afraid of no ghosts!" line does not apply to me.

Tigallo for Dolo is a song off Little Brother's last album, Leftback. One of my favorite tracks of the year. Phonte does a helluva job explaining his mind state at this point in his career.