I get to go to court

So, about a week ago I got up early to meet the guys of Seabird. We all met in the city of Bellevue at 7:30 to take sunrise pictures for our new demo cover. We cllimbed up this hill to a trestle that overlooked a city road and there are photographer began to take pictures. About 15 minutes later a police car pulls up to the tracks and the officer proceeds to get out of his car and yell at us to come over to him. We all walk down the tracks and as we get closer we can see that this guy is mad.
"What are you doing?!"
"Taking pictures on the railroad tracks."
"Did you know that you're trespassing?"
"No, we didn't."
"Didn't you see the sign?"
Again we said no...he pointed it out to us, which was so nice of him because then we did see it. Anyways, he called one of his buddies and they loaded us up in two cruisers. They made some calls took down all our info, let us sit in the back of their cruisers for about 20 minutes and then unloaded us and gave all 5 of us citations for criminal trespassing. So, on October 25th, at 9:00 AM Seabird and our photographer go to court. Sigh.

I was almost late for my first day of work. In fact I called to tell them I might be late and they asked why. And I was like..."Um...well..." and then I told them the story. Which I'm sure they believed. =)
"Yeah, I'm gonna be late for work because I'm in the process of maybe getting arrested."
"Oh, okay."
"I'll wrap this whole thing up as soon as I can and then get down there, since I'm in charge of this situation."
heh. Another weird thing...they asked me for my social security number, which I of course refused to give them and then punched them both in the face and ran away. no, I gave it to them, and afterwards one of them said "There's another David Andrew Smith out there with your same birthdate and a warrent for his arrest. Your Social security is the only thing that saved you." Well, thats nice to know.

Anyways, if you buy our new album, just know that we got criminal trespassing charges for the pictures we took. Hope it can happen to you someday, cause its a lot of fun!!

The end

Zach, thought you'd aprreciate this after our radio station talk.

When I was younger (and homeschooled) I used to listen to this radio station called Positive Life Radio. It was one-oh-four-point-seven on the radio dial. The radio station played very down beat contemporary christian songs that sometimes my parents thought were too rocky for my ears. Now that I think back about it I think "There must have been a lot of homeschoolers in Spokane. Otherwise that radio station would never have made it." They played a lot of Sandy Patti, Ray Boltz, and the unknowns in Christian music. Not as in Indie music, but rather...mm....what the world would call 'should never be knowns.'

During the weekdays from 12 to 1 they'd have a request hour. One day I got up the nerve to request "Watch the Lamb" by Ray Boltz. I was suprised by the friendly female voice at the other end. She sounded exactly like the person on the radio. She was the person on the radio! I couldn't believe it. As the weeks went by I'd occasionaly work up the nerve to call again...and so began my relationship with Heather. I was very excited about request hour you know. Sometimes I'd call three times a week. I began to ask Heather questions. You know, important ones like: "How old do you think I am?" She said 40 (because I had a deep voice...and probably 40 so I'd leave her alone). I laughed and told her I was 15. I asked her many other things like, how old she was and what kind of music she liked...she said she was 20 and like music by Jars of Clay and blah blah blah. I was crushed. Jars of Clay!! THE Jars of Clay? The rock and roll band that ushers in demons? I would have to work on that. The fact that she was 20 never fazed me. I got her address and sent her letters. One of them had a picture of me at Christmas sitting on my grandmas living room floor in a red sweatshirt. I thought I looked like a model and she wouldprobably  like to have a picture of a guy who looked like a model. Maybe we could be boyfriend and girlfriend if she liked the picture enough. I couldn't tell I looked 15 and had big feet.

There were two very important days in our friendship. The first was the day she told me she got engaged. Although I'd never seen the movie (for all of its evil) I literally became Jim Carey at the end of Dumb and Dumber. Her fiance died in my mind. Horrible. It was tragic. We all cried. But we all made it past that incident and Heather and I got married. On the phone I said "Oh, thats nice." I figured "Well, with how good our phone conversations are going I should be able to get her to break up with him and go for me." I mean, I was going to have my license in a year.

The other day that was so important was the day I found out she was quitting Positive Life Radio. Yes, it was true and horrible. I dreaded her last day and it came all too soon. I was so sad when I called her. I took our cordless phone (I'm not sure why we had a cordless phone. I mean, come on, we were homeschooled. Maybe a demon brought it to us, I don't know) into my closet and I dialed the number "for the last time" I thought in my mind. Heather answered like she always did. I told her I was very sad. She said she understood. I told her I didn't have a song to pick..."I want you to pick it for me." i said. She said she would and that she had to go. I hung up and cried. I was glad I was in my closet because this was very hard for me and I didn't want anyone to see me cry. I waited the whole hour for that song to come on, and then, at the end, it did. Heather said "A friend called me up and was sad that I was leaving. This song goes out to him; Blessed are the tears, by Bryan Duncan." Oh! How did she know! Don't leave me heather I need you! "Blessed are the tears that fall, clean the window of the soul, usher in a change of hope, bring a joy that angels know." I'm pretty sure she was crying too. I cried in my room. I was 15.

Well, Heather left the radio station, and we never really spoke again. Oh, I sent her a letter and called her once. She said she got my letter and that she thought it was "under her dresser." I knew that it was painful for her too so I let it go. I just hoped that one day she'd look back and smile at the memory of us on the phone. And she probably does. Kinda like i do now. Man life is funny!!

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So...Zach. You'll probably be the only one who will ever read this. You put a post up on your site on May 17th saying...well I don't remember what you said, all I remember is me thinking this "Huh, he has enought time to post something on the stupid internet, but not enough time to call me on my birthday! WHAT A NICE FRIEND I HAVE!!!"

That being said....I'm going to go bye bye now.

Peace