The strangest things happen to me all the time. For example: right now, I am waiting for the nephew of Matt Walker, drummer for most famously Filter, The Smashing Pumpkins, and Morissey, to come smoke pot with me.

I was literally sitting on my couch right next to the window, when I hear a knock. It was some guy I was unsure of. We meet lots of people in our window, so it’s nothing new; just some guy who wants to chat. I wasn’t calling for attention. The window was closed and locked.

I didn’t open the window initially. Instead, I just loudly said “what’s up?” and tried to blow him off. He waved, said hello, and just stood there looking at me. I said “how’s it going?” and he said something else, but he wasn’t really trying to be heard through the window. I decided I’d crack the window and did, and started small talk with him.

He was drunk, coming from Cole’s bar next door, getting his bike chained up to the no parking sign right in front of my window, and just happened to say hello. He easily could have just unlocked his bike and rode home, but instead he taps.

We immediately hit it off. After about five minutes I decide to invite him in and finish smoking the bowl I have loaded, but before allowing him, announced that “My father was a cop, and he taught me how to fight. So if you try pulling some shit I’m going to have to fuck you up. I expect the best, but I’m just saying I’m not afraid to hurt you.”

The weirdest thing, though, is that I had spent the last half hour or so reading Wikipedia articles about The Smiths and all of it’s band members. I’m pretty sure I had a Matt Walker tab open in my browser. And here comes his nephew, just drunkenly knocking on my window to say hello.

He came inside, saw a guitar, picked it up, but it turned out to be a lefty so I pulled out the guitar my grandma gave me and handed it to him. Announced that it is, in fact my grandma’s, and is very special. He started playing and sounded great; kind of just swooped me in immediately. Then we started looking up music, and he showed me some of his, and I ended up playing this Lana Del Rey song for him on the guitar, strangely enough the only song I know, and he fell in love. Then I showed him the real thing, then he played and I sang. And then we started talking about busking, and he’s so down. I’ve always wanted to busk. 

Lots of people have tapped on this window, and lots of people I’ve made some nice connections with, but this is one of the most special knocks yet to occur.

Now, here I am, on Tumblr, waiting for Mr. Walker to come back and load the next bowl.

Harmony.