Strength can be a scary thing to see, especially when it’s fueled by anger and frustration. Case in point, last night after band practice. We had just finished up a whole two hour session of playing nothing but one song, over and over and over again (practice makes perfect, after all). It was cold and rainy out and Jesse, Brian and I were all looking to get home and relax. But as Brian started sifting through his pockets for his keys, I got the distinct feeling we were going to be out in that murky coldness for a while.
Unfortunately I was right.
Brian had left his keys in the truck and locked himself out. Everyone’s been there at one time or another, and no one ever likes the feeling. The studio owner was nice enough to lend us a Mag-Lite and some thick gauge wire to try and pick open the lock on the door to his truck, but as minutes began melting together, Brain was getting angrier and angrier with each failed attempt.
Finally the aggravation became too much and he hopped up into the bed of the truck and kicked in the sliding back window. Two swift kicks and shattered glass all over the cab had shown me a side of Brian I never knew before, and reinforced my belief that I never want to get on the bad side of the 6’5″ man we refer to “Big Truck”.
I’ve managed to lock myself out of my car numerous times, but never have I resorted to the smash technique to regain entry. No right or wrong is being painted here, just a simple comparison of attitude. Brain made it known that noting was keeping him out of that truck, and he kept his word by any means necessary.
Of course, he may just find a hide-a-key holder under his Christmas tree this year from a friend who’d like him to keep his car window budget down.