#stonerisms

     THE STALL DOOR OPENS BEHIND him and trip’s feet nearly slip off the edge of the toilet. it’s quite the sight : former rockstar trip tadlock standing on his tiptoes on the bowl of a public bathroom, fingers poking around the edges of a window above for a latch or release or anything that will allow him to pop it open and squeeze himself through. thankfully, it isn’t a stranger that finds him in such a headline - worthy state, but eric. and unless eric has a camera in his hand and decided to take up a part time job selling stories to paparazzi, trip is perfectly happy to see him. ❝ jesus, dude, ❞ he lets out a shaky laugh, one hand falling to his chest to settle his racing heart. ❝ i thought i locked the door. ❞ far from it. he’d actually barely closed it in his mad dash to escape the bar.

     SAY WHAT YOU WILL ABOUT high volume’s new management, but trip has never seen the store so clean. it’s kind of nice being able to walk into the back room and not immediately set his hand on something sticky, and to actually find the things they need from storage closet without having to turn the room over for it. it’s not perfect. there’s still a lot of stuff to sort through, and nobody seems particularly keen on dealing with the last of jerry’s belongings. even trip was hesitant at first. not because he felt any sort of attachment to the weird knick - knacks and borderline garbage still littering the place, but because it didn’t really feel like his right. it isn’t until that morning that he finally caves, resolving that working alongside jerry’s ghost was doing him and his co - workers little good, and that if he didn’t deal with it, no one likely would. with a garbage bag in tow, he leaves eric to continue working the front of the shop ( probably a bad idea, but it’s a slow shift ) as he disappears into the back rooms. twenty uneventful minutes later, there’s a clatter followed by a shout, and trip comes bouncing back into the record store proper with a manic sort of smile and what looks to be two play swords in either of his hands. ❝ dude ! ❞ he exclaims, practically vibrating with childlike glee. ❝ marty and i lost these forever ago ! can you believe jerry had them the whole fuckin’ time ? ❞ maybe it wasn’t all useless junk that remained after all.

#GuitaristsOfInstagram #Stonerisms #WhateverFuckYou #LatePost Another from last night

#Stonerisms #WhateverFuckYou (at Tower District, Fresno)