#12 THERE’S NO “I & I” IN TEAM PLAYER

By J.J. Colagrande


I was itchy like crazy. And swollen. Blame the stupid bee bite. It grew worse by the hour. It really fucking itched. I hoped I didn’t get anaphylaxis. Oh, please don’t let me have an anaphylactic reaction. Do you know the symptoms? They could kill you. Luckily, there was a first-aid clinic and they told me I was okay.  Hives and itchiness were apparently common so they gave me an oral anti-histamine, even though I questioned and practically begged for someone to suck out the venom, they insisted I’d be all right. I looked like a freak-a-azoid and they merely obliged me some calamine lotion and said it would get better if I controlled the scratching. Either way, the bee-sting saga took up the whole morning into the early afternoon. The music was already on its way. The Disco Biscuits jammed again–they played five sets all weekend–what warriors–and although they sounded good–it wasn’t the same without those lights at night. I still listened for a little while, looking for KC over by the VIP area–and again I couldn’t find her. I started to question if it might happen at all. I had to reverse the negative thinking so I decided to transform into a pro-active man! I’d help my girl by promoting her book. I mean, that’s what she wanted to do, and since she couldn’t, I’d pick up the slack. So, with a backpack filled with KC’s book, Ms. Daisy Doolittle & her Crew of Wascally Wabbits, I journeyed through the campgrounds. People were super friendly. Almost one out of two bought a copy. I explained that I wasn’t the writer, but that she’s around. In fact, if they ran into her, I told heads to tell KC to meet Keith by the Torches at sunset. I figured if I couldn’t find KC, I might as well be a team player and put in the work. I believed in her dreams. That’s one of the reasons why I dug her. If I could help someone with their dreams it made me feel legitimately good. And even though people looked at me funny cause I was covered in hives, I dealt. I believed in KC, I wanted to help, and everyone was cool, so no sweat. It was my honor, actually. It just sucked that I couldn’t find her. There were more people than I thought. But I did sell like 25 books for my girl, so awesome. Even though not everyone I met was in great shape. A lot of people were ate up from Friday night. This one kid couldn’t even get out of his tent. It was kind of funny I guess. Someone filmed it, poor kid. After three days on a mountain, you knew the mental condition of the majority would decline. I just hoped I’d find KC soon because word on the Lot whispered a storm was coming.

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