Just for fun I will share a really hilarious personal Peter story with you all today since it would have been his 53rd birthday had he not been taken away from all of of us. this is one of my favorite memories with him as he could be the biggest goofball on the planet when he was feeling groovy as he liked to say. One night I was giving him a facial & so he had on a green masque which he strangely liked as having it temporarily freeze his features was clearly not a problem since he insisted on looking primarily grim ;) I was braiding my own hair so it would be wavy & he asked me to braid his. So he had 13 braids in his hair & he looked more like the predator when i finished. Then he wanted to enhance his new look so he got out his coon skin cap with the mechanical tail that he thought was the bomb & put it on. but he did not stop there. He got out an old flannel from the closet & his suspenders & put on an old pair of jeans & folded the cuffs of his pants up as symmetrically as he could as high as they would go & I laughed & told him he looked like a hillbilly. So of course he had to go get his billy bob fake teeth & then he mashed up corn nuts & smeared them all over the gums of his phony teeth & he looked beyond ridiculous. I was laughing & so was he & the face masque was cracking & it was pretty silly. but it did not stop there. We never listened to music most fans would likely presume he listened to at home. One of our favorite bands to listen to was The Association as Never My Love was our song according to his declaration. So he put the cd into his PS2 & put Along Comes Mary on and he grabbed his stand up bass & started howling like a wolf & hopping around it like a leprechaun on some sort of massive adrenaline rush. It was hysterical! he had his bow in his had & instead of even attempting to play it he just began whacking the bass to make noise. then because beating it was so much fun he went berserk & almost immediately all the strings were obliterated. but he kept on smacking his upright bass & pretty soon splinters were flying left & right & going all over the place. mind you this only encouraged him. I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe but I admonished him he had best stop or there would be nothing left of his bass. but peter was Peter after all so he kept on going. so there he was, this hulking giant of a man howling, leaping, destroying & having the time of his life all along to the soundtrack of a mellow 60s tune haha! He was making such an enormous racket the next door neighbor came to the window & asked what in the devils inferno was going on down there & Peter billy bob nut case went to the little window & said in his creepy weird distorted voice, hello & I think he scared gene but i only laughed harder then his sister Pam came downstairs & took one look at her outrageous little brother & said to me, I dont know how you put up with this Summer! & shook her head & went back upstairs after reminding him that at 4 am most people are trying to sleep. but he kept it up until the bass was sufficiently deconstructed & even though it was it is still one of my silliest memories of the man I knew & loved! anyway, I thought some of you might enjoy reading this story so I told Justin I would share it in his group. For what it is worth, I appreciate all of you who value Peter appropriately & honorably as he completely deserves that so thank you!
Posted on: Sun, 04 Jan 2015 16:42:42 +0000
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