The show was great, with the exception of the first band that played. They called their style “grind-core”, but it consisted of a drummer, a guitarist, and a singer. I may be abusing the word “singer” in that previous sentence. It sounded as though he was simultaneously screaming, belching, and vomiting into the microphone. The drummer was a nightmare, and so were the guitarists (the guitarist and lead singer traded roles every once in a while). The guy who organized the show looked like he was in horrible pain while they were playing.
The bands and fans had taken over a local redneck bar, and the natives were none too pleased with the music. Most of the rednecks cleared out during the first awful band, but a few were left by the time we hit the stage. Some of the rednecks started coming up from the bar area while we were playing. They just stood there and glared at us for a few minutes, which was smart of them. I had my trusty knife, “Bessie,” in my pocket, ready for an altercation. I just smiled at all of them.
Remember that Aaron was trying to keep the show a secret from the Sarge? Well, she didn’t show up, so we were pretty hopeful that she’d never found out. Nonetheless, the show ended a whole lot later that originally expected, so I cautioned him to be cool when he got home and let us know if anything went down.
Thursday passed with no word from him, and I was starting to get concerned. Friday afternoon, I saw him online and asked him what happened. He said that the Sarge found out about the show, and then asked why Dirk had sent her an e-mail bragging about it.
What? Yes, he said, Dirk sent the Sarge an e-mail bragging about the show, on the day of the show. I told him that was impossible, due to the fact that I was home on the day of the show, and Dirk was never online. Aaron said he had to get offline quickly, and forwarded me the e-mail, begging me to examine it further. You wanna see, don’t you?
>From: Dirk@aol.com
>To: theSarge@hotmail.com
>Subject: Re: (no subject)
>Date: Wed, 5 March 2003 17:33:52 EST
>
>Did Arron tell you about our show tonight at The Spotlight in Woodbridge?
>Showtime is around 9 pm.
>
>Ta Ta,
>Your friends at GSFUSee anything wrong with that? Anything that looks suspicious and/or out of place? I saw a few things, and I responded with:
Subject: (none) Date: 3/7/2003 10:00:30 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: Aaron
To: SkatterOkay Aaron, I'm gonna tell you why I know this was fake.
First of all, Dirk wasn't up that afternoon until I took him to the bank, and my aol records show that he wasn't online all day. So, no way could he have sent the e-mail.
Secondly, when you receive an e-mail on hotmail, the header (you know, the from: something @something.com, to: something @something.com date: whatever subject:whatever) doesn't look a thing like she's got it formatted. In fact, if she was forwarding it to you, you'd have to carefully look through all the extra shit to find any of that information. Hotmail automatically includes all of the html transfer codes at the top of the e-mail. All it looks like she did was type > before every line. Additionally, hotmail doesn't display the entire month name. You see where it says >Date: Wed, 5 March 2003 17:33:52 EST? Well, if it had been in a real e-mail that she received on hotmail, it would say Mar instead of March. If you have a hotmail account, look at any e-mails you've gotten this month. Or, alternatively, sign up for one now and send yourself an e-mail. You'll see what I mean. She typed it herself.
Third, she could have found out about this show in any way at any time. I know for a fact that she either has people looking at sites like punkola.com or looks at the shit herself. As for the time, Dirk's gotten IM's out of the blue from people asking what time our band was playing that show, from people we'd never spoken to before. And the Sarge's had friends of hers try to be slick and IM me out of the blue, hunting around for information. They're always some moron out of the Manassas area, with some souped-up goth name. And when I ask them if they know the Sarge, they disappear.
Also, I would be very surprised if she doesn't at least have some sort of key logging program on your computer. She asked me how to get one when you guys were living with us, and it's totally in character for her to have one downloaded onto the computer. It would be easy enough to get the information from the computer, or, if she chose, get your aol password and go into your e-mail to find it.
So I'm thinking she faked the e-mail so that she would have a way to have gotten the info about the show without revealing that she's either got people spying on you and/or us, or a program on your computer that gives her access to all your private information. Getting you pissed at Dirk for bullshit reasons would be an added bonus.
Her mistake was not knowing that Dirk was at the bank with me when that e-mail was supposedly sent, and had been asleep up until the point where we left for the bank. You can come over and look at our billing info if you want.
Check your computer. She's probably got a keylogging program on it.
I decided any idiot could see that she’d misspelled his name, so I left that out. I’m sure you’re all at the edge of your seats by now. Was it enough evidence? Would I have to go over there with a snow shovel and beat the Sarge to death? Thankfully, none of this was required.
Subj: No cash, very little culture, but a whole lotta voilence....
Date: 3/8/2003 10:17:30 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: Aaron
To: SkatterHey Skatter,
I had a suspicion that the Sarge faked that email. That's why I didn't go bitching or whatever without asking you about it first. I did assume that Dirk did send that email, without proof, so I'm sorry for that, but at the time I was pretty emotional. That night when I came back from the show, I fought with the Sarge to about 7am, when I was exhausted, had a huge fucking headache, and had no food to eat the whole day, and very little water. So some of that shit was what I was dishing out cuz I fought with the Sarge the day before. I packed up all my shit twice yesterday, to leave her, but when I was getting ready to start loading up my van, she stopped fighting with me and held down my legs and begged and cried for me not to leave. Very Krisco like. I can't live this way, And there's no doubt I'm leaving her, but I need the money first to get out. So just bare with me and this fucked up situation. Yesterday I was so pissed I told her I was gonna just leave, pack all my shit, leave it at your place, and go homeless until I can save the money to get another place. And I meant it. I searched the files on the putter, under keylogger, but I came up with nothing. Honestly don't think we have a program like that cuz it would slow this putter down so damn much. That's why we got rid of Kazaa. Its just the Sarge deleted the program without letting me save anything I had downloaded. Another bitch move. I plan on working a shitload of hours next week, if I can psychical do it (like 17-hour days) just so I can get the money to move out.I don't think I can do anymore shows with you guys until I get out of this fucking place, cuz I can't deal with all the violence from the Sarge. I know it's a fucked up thing to put the band through, but its just something I have to do. None of you know really how bad it's gotten, I really don't tell you guys what goes on here with the Sarge and me. If the situation changes, while I'm still living here, I'll tell u guys right away.
I don't think I can go to practice today. I woke up sick as a dog. I think it was the pizza I ate last night. The Sarge said she felt sick too. And if I feel better, I'm probably gonna go to Richard's place to clean, cuz he'll pay me for it, and I really need the money right now.
On a lighter note, remember the chick that was surpose to come to the show? Well, she invited me to go to VA beach for a weekend with her at the end of the month. I'm going. Heh.
Cheers,
AaronAll misspellings are totally his. Mostly I was just horrified that she tried to be slick and get Aaron pissed at Dirk to cover up her spying.
