A day in the life of David Mack

[Trent Affair]

Hi everyone, I wrote about a day of typical strangeness in the life of David Mack on my blog.

Like a Fellini Film (http://www.thetrentaffair.com/blog/2005/05/like-fellini-film.html)

I hope it's as enjoyable to read as it was to write.

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[T-Dro]

Wow!!!

[Dawn]

"It would be anarchy"
Awesome. :D



Thanks for sharing!

[GelfXIII]

Cool story!

[Thomas Mauer]

This made my 3:00 AM. :lol:

[Yano]

It was a pretty good read. I could almost imagine this being a short play. Thanks for sharing!

[Murdock's Girl]

that was the coolest thing ever!
Tessana!?!

[Trent Affair]

Thanks very much, everyone. Murdock's Girl, I'm afraid I don't know what you mean by Tessana :confused:

[Murdock's Girl]

Thanks very much, everyone. Murdock's Girl, I'm afraid I don't know what you mean by Tessana :confused:

hehehe
Tessana is my real name. Since I am getting a book together for WWC i decided to sign my posts with my real name instead of MG like i use to.
get it?
Tessana!?! :cool:

[MACK!]

I just re-read this, and it made me laugh too.

I think he has another one on there, about when we were riding our bicycles at night and got pulled over by police.
It was really really funny.

[Trent Affair]

Because of space limitations on my blog, I can only archive a year's worth of posts. I cut and pasted the piece here. Art for art's sake. It can go on the mackguide too if you want. Fyi thai vegetarian green curry with brown rice makes for some kind of lunch.

Like a Fellini Film
It was a sunny day in a small town in Kentucky, a river town with four
stoplights and a 200-seat bingo hall. Outside the evening air was room
temperature, and David Mack had just beaned a kid with a soccer ball.

The kid belong to Mack's next door neighbors, had just begun staying with
them as I would hear later. The mother of the household had taken him in
under some family circumstances. In the side yard of Mack's house the kid
went chasing after the partly deflated ball. The kid threw it back at him
and the game continued.

He was a big kid, a bit overweight, but rambunctious and full of energy. He
spoke in short sentences and was bashful when questioned. Mack was having as much fun, kicking the ball over the house and doing somersaults in the
grass.

In one of the lulls we entered into a discussion, but we were soon
interrupted by the roaring growls of an imitation lion. I inquired the age
of the kid.

"Hey buddy," said Mack in his mild, upbeat manner. "Hey, what grade are you
in?"

The kid was belly-down in roadside sand. "First," he said.

"How old are you?"

"Seven."

"Goodness," I said, misled by his size.

Soon the kid was climbing the back of Mack's sedan, using the small rear
spoiler to hoist himself up. "Hey buddy, hey that could break. You might
fall."

When the kid kept on undeterred Mack walked over. "This isn't very helpful,"
Mack pointed out. "It isn't helping anyone," he added. He picked the kid off
the trunk and tossed him onto the grass. The kid clearly loved the
attention.

We were informed it was time to walk the dog, a 40 or 50-pound mutt with a
short cream-colored coat. He still had all his parts and was busy marking
everything in sight. We reached the end of the street, which was caddy
corner to a cul de sac.

"Hold this a sec," the kid said giving Mack the leash.

"Hey what are you doing?" Mack called over. The kid was trying to make water on the stop sign on the corner.

"That's probably not a good idea," Mack suggested.

The kid laughed and showed a flair for the function.

"Are you acting like the dog?" Mack asked him.

Just then the mother next door came around the corner. "What are you doing," she said, deeply embarrassed. "Pull up your pants."

"He was mimicking the dog," Mack said, impressed.

"Come on," she said, "let's go back. You can't just go around peeing
everywhere. There are laws against it. What if everyone did it?"

"It would be anarchy," Mack said without hesitation. By this point I was
laughing fit to burst.

Later we recounted the events. "He just handed me the leash and went to
urinate on the streetcorner!"

"No shame at all," I said. "He's pure Id."

"First he said 'Hold this a second.'" Mack laughed in good-natured
amazement, and when his laugh trailed off he looked down the street.

"Every day is like a Fellini film around here," he said.

He lapsed into reverie. It came time for me to leave. It was growing dark
and I had to be in the recording studio that night. I made my way to the
door, stepping around pieces and piles of art scattered over the front room.

"You can see I've been doing God's work," Mack said.

It wasn't a jest, it was a reference to Genesis. In that book God's work is
the act of creation. Mack doesn't consider himself god-like, just a guy who
shares the same profession.

[MACK!]

Thanks, Dan!
And for the new e-mail info you sent!
Glad things are going great in Hawaii for you.

Feel welcome to post any others here too.

Do you still have that one where we got stopped by the police on our bikes?

[Trent Affair]

Hey bro! Yeah all is well, thanks. Just trying to find the right balance of writing, film, and academia. I hope things are great with you and yours.

The bike story isn't as pretty as the other one, just notes really:

david and i were riding bikes at 3 am [late aug 05] when we were pulled over by the police. the officer pulled up alongside us on a deserted thoroughfare and shone the hood lamp on us. he told us we were supposed to obey all usual traffic laws, and that we were riding thru a stop sign, had no lights on the bikes, and riding on the wrong side of the road.

he ran our id's and asked us if we had any warrants. i thought i misheard him. warrants? no. he said are you sure, you don't sound like it. i laughed and said yes, i'm absolutely sure. we were standing by our bikes in the middle of the street for 10 or 15 minutes. the cop let us go when the dispatch declared us clean.

before he pulled away he said he remembered david from the year before when david gave him a soda when he was out patroling the neighborhood. so the karma comes back to him. typically mack.

david and i were friendly and bemused by the whole thing. as he was getting back in the car david asked him, again, if he wanted a soda. the cop declined, saying he was off to have his dinner. we took off too and finished our ride.

the next night we saw the same cop patroling again, this time at around midnight near the old rusted train bridge by the river. we still didn't have lights on the bikes, and we were on the wrong side of the road, but we waved to him and he waved back.

[Murdock's Girl]

I love these stories... they amuse me silly. ;)


"You can see I've been doing God's work," Mack said.

It wasn't a jest, it was a reference to Genesis. In that book God's work is
the act of creation. Mack doesn't consider himself god-like, just a guy who
shares the same profession.


I don't know why that previous quote hit me... but it did. I think it explains David perfectly. ;)

Tessana