THREE.
At the end of the Fishwife gig, Herm Rottweiler felt like an
invincible rock thunder god. Something
had been clicking in his practice lately, and he felt he had moved into a new
level of musicianship. It was intensely
exciting. Rott had begun to feel almost
unlimited in his playing possibilities; he was beginning to feel that he could
execute any creative idea he had because he had the technique. And on top of that, his pants hadn’t caught
fire that night. He was in control of
his whole game.
Mary had suggested they all go to Ice Cream In Your Face
after the gig, but Rott lived over an hour away, and wanted to drive, so he
begged off. Rott loved to drive after a
gig; it was a great way to unwind. He
would put the Allman Brothers or Pink Floyd real low on the stereo, think about
the gig, and drive the winding highway back to his place rather than the
freeway. He was about forty minutes into
his drive when his phone rang. Rott put
in his earpiece.
“Rock god speaking,” he said in a Billy Idol accent.
“Herm?” a shaky
female voice said.
“Yeah. This is Herm. That you, Dee?” Dee was Rott’s on-again, off-again
girlfriend, who at the present was off-again.
Dee was a nickname, short for DeNiro.
Dee’s father was a pathologically obsessed Robert De Niro fan.
“Oh thank god you picked up!” she gasped.
Dee had a penchant for turning her life events into high
drama, and Rott heard from her tone of voice that this was one of those
times. She had once made him leave work
early and drive an hour and a half to her mom’s house, because she had “dropped
her ring in the garbage disposal” as she explained on the phone. As it turned out when he arrived, she had
dropped a plastic napkin ring, not a piece of valuable jewelry.
“What’s the problem, Dee?
I’m driving home from a gig.”
“My car died. I’m
stranded. I couldn’t get any cell phone
service, so I started walking to get service, and I don’t remember how far back
I left the car, and I’m scared. Can you
come get me? Please?”
Herm Rottweiler thought for a moment. If I go help her, he thought, she might think
I still want to be with her, and I definitely do not. If I tell her to call somebody else, she will
hate me, and I will never be with her again.
Maybe this is my chance to really make it clear that she has no power
over me anymore. But she did sound
scared. And it is late. It might be dangerous. If I don’t help her, I’ll go home, trying not
to think about her, and I’ll worry, then I’ll call her and…
“Herm? You still
there?”
“Only you and my mom call me Herm. Everyone else calls me Rott.”
“Are you going to help me?
Maybe I’ll call Dano…”
“No,” Rott
interrupted. “Where’s your car?”
“I told you, I’m not sure.”
“Well, where were you when it died? What street were you on?”
Dee sighed impatiently.
“Cow Canyon Road. Just past the
mini-golf and paintball place.”
Rott was on Cow Canyon Road now. “Which direction were you headed?”
Just as he asked, his headlights caught a young woman with
bright pink hair walking by the side of the road, talking on her phone. It was Dee.
Rott pulled over and put the car in park. He was on the opposite side of
the road from her. Dee had not
recognized his car in the dark.
“Oh my god!” She screeched
into the phone as she began to panic.
“Somebody just pulled over! I
think I might get abducted!”
“Relax.” Rott
laughed. “Probably a good
Samaritan.” He stepped out of the car so
she could see him. “How’s that for
service?” He shouted to her from across
the road.
Once Dee was in Rott’s car, and they were driving again, she
seemed as if nothing had been wrong at all.
She chatted about whatever came into her head, and Rott said, “Mm
hm” “Really?” “I been there,” and all
the other stock responses he had practiced to make himself seem interested.
Suddenly, Dee barked “Oh, guess what!...” and she grabbed
his arm as if she had huge news. Rott
had been in a kind of lull and she really surprised him. He involuntarily swerved off the road. His car headed down an embankment into the
cow pastures. Luckily, there were very
few trees along this stretch, so he didn’t hit anything. His car just went down about twenty-five
feet, barely missing a small pond, and after a bit of weaving Rott came to a
stop near a group of bewildered goats.
The goats did not seem to mind his presence after the initial shock of
seeing his car nearly landing in their pond.
“Nice driving, Herm,” Dee said.
“You got us here, DeNiro.
Why’d you grab my arm?”
“I don’t remember now,”
She said, turning her head away.
Rott looked around.
All around was dark. There was no
way his vehicle could climb the steep embankment they had come down, so he had
to find another way. The car seemed
fine, and all his gear, though a little shaken up, also seemed ok. A few hundred yards ahead he saw a glow on
the horizon which seemed like it might be a good place to hook back up to the
highway. But before they started to try
to find their way back to the road, Rott got out his favorite guitar, the ’73
Gibson Explorer with the purple flames, and posed with the goats, lit by his
headlights, while Dee took some pictures with his phone. Then they got in the car and set out. Rott drove slowly through the grassy valley,
hoping to find a fire road, a driveway
or something that might lead to civilization.
He made his way toward the light on the horizon, and as they neared it,
his theory seemed to be correct. It was
another section of Cow Canyon Road. Here
there was no embankment, and they were able to drive easily onto the road
again. He was only on the road a few
seconds when he realized he was almost home.
“Short cut,” Rott said to Dee.
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