“I want to get sick,” Lewis said.
He stopped banging on his new drums to make this announcement. “Sick?” I asked. “Why would you want to get sick?”
He picked up the drumsticks and resumed pounding on the snare. “I want to get sick ON THE DRUMS,” he explained.
For a moment, a very unpleasant picture formed in my mind and my first thought was that if Lewis did get “sick on the drums,” that I would probably be the one who would have to clean it up.
“YOU MEAN YOU WANT TO GET GOOD ON THE DRUMS?” I shouted over the crashing cymbals
“YEAH….I wanna get sick. Really ill.”
Now, I wonder if perhaps I am the one who is sick – perhaps deranged – for thinking that a drum set was a good idea.
(insert loud, incessent banging here)
Yeah, I think I might be sick. In fact I already have a headache.