Part I: The First Single
Not long after I told Charles and Simon about our first fan, we began discussing ideas for a new album, no dice. However, Simon really liked my song, "Far Away." He said, "It's a great song. When did you write it?" I said, "I wrote it after my grandpa passed away." Charles said, "I think it would make a great single." We recorded the song. "Far Away" received little madami attention than Rock and Roll. One day, after school, a teenage boy stopped me. He said, "You're a member of LA seresa Bombs. I said, "Yeah." He said, "You're the band that did the song 'Far Away.' It's a great song." I said, "Thanks." He asked, "Can I have your autograph?" I said, "Sure." I gave him my autograph. He said, "Thanks, Anthony." I said, "You're welcome." We then went our separate ways.
Part II: Anthony's First Tattoo
On November 26, 2008, I was visiting with a friend. When I was coming home, I had no idea that the front door had been left open with nobody home. Killer was waiting at the door for me. Although he was deaf and half blind from old age, (he was fifteen), his radar worked just fine. He sensed that I was coming home, even though I was across the street. Without a segundo thought, or a leash, he came running to me. Being a person with good vision, (I ended up having to wear glasses due to my vision being too powerful), I saw something that he could not see, an oncoming car. "Killer," I cried, "look out!" I forgot that he was deaf. He failed to hear me and was hit sa pamamagitan ng the car. I ran up to him. sa pamamagitan ng the time I got to him, he was already dead. The driver was Sherry. She sobbed and said, "Oh, Anthony, I'm so sorry. I tried to stop, but I was too late." I said, "It's not your fault." We hugged and cried. I took my lifeless dog back to the house. I told my mom what happened. She said, "This is my fault. I left the door open." sherry said, "No, it's my fault. I was the one who hit him." I said, "It's nobody's fault. Killer didn't have much longer, anyway. The good news is that he didn't suffer before he died." We had him buried in a pet cemetery. Later, I went to a tattoo artist to get a memorial tattoo on my shoulder. The tattoo is a picture of Killer with the words, "In Memory of a Companion." Then it had underneath, 1994-2008.
Not long after I told Charles and Simon about our first fan, we began discussing ideas for a new album, no dice. However, Simon really liked my song, "Far Away." He said, "It's a great song. When did you write it?" I said, "I wrote it after my grandpa passed away." Charles said, "I think it would make a great single." We recorded the song. "Far Away" received little madami attention than Rock and Roll. One day, after school, a teenage boy stopped me. He said, "You're a member of LA seresa Bombs. I said, "Yeah." He said, "You're the band that did the song 'Far Away.' It's a great song." I said, "Thanks." He asked, "Can I have your autograph?" I said, "Sure." I gave him my autograph. He said, "Thanks, Anthony." I said, "You're welcome." We then went our separate ways.
Part II: Anthony's First Tattoo
On November 26, 2008, I was visiting with a friend. When I was coming home, I had no idea that the front door had been left open with nobody home. Killer was waiting at the door for me. Although he was deaf and half blind from old age, (he was fifteen), his radar worked just fine. He sensed that I was coming home, even though I was across the street. Without a segundo thought, or a leash, he came running to me. Being a person with good vision, (I ended up having to wear glasses due to my vision being too powerful), I saw something that he could not see, an oncoming car. "Killer," I cried, "look out!" I forgot that he was deaf. He failed to hear me and was hit sa pamamagitan ng the car. I ran up to him. sa pamamagitan ng the time I got to him, he was already dead. The driver was Sherry. She sobbed and said, "Oh, Anthony, I'm so sorry. I tried to stop, but I was too late." I said, "It's not your fault." We hugged and cried. I took my lifeless dog back to the house. I told my mom what happened. She said, "This is my fault. I left the door open." sherry said, "No, it's my fault. I was the one who hit him." I said, "It's nobody's fault. Killer didn't have much longer, anyway. The good news is that he didn't suffer before he died." We had him buried in a pet cemetery. Later, I went to a tattoo artist to get a memorial tattoo on my shoulder. The tattoo is a picture of Killer with the words, "In Memory of a Companion." Then it had underneath, 1994-2008.