The Mij Graduates from UW Milwaukee Part I

MILWAUKEE, WI – Congratulations to the Mij aka beatbox aka Critta for graduating from UW Milwaukee.

I pulled up in the ‘Lude and met the Mij at his Milwaukee apartment to celebrate his proud achievement. You know, the apartment he shared with Bazan. Also joining the party were the Mij’s folks and sister. I’d ordered a flask and had the Mij’s initials engraved on it as a graduation gift. I was too cheap to fill it with Jack, but I think the Mij dug it anyway (it’s now in the foot stool box in his apartment, you know the foot stool box he puts things that people give him that he doesn’t care for anymore, or never did).

The Mij’s folks are good people. They took us, and by us I’m referring to the Mij, Lissa Mij, J.Jerry, Dr. Skeet and Mrs. Dr. Skeet, to a nice Jazz bar and bought us all several rounds of drinks. See what I mean, the Mij’s folks are good people. After a few rounds and several laughs Mij’s folks retired to their Hotel and the rest of use continued our spirited evening. After a few more rounds at Milwaukee’s finest the Landmark, Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Skeet decided to call it a night. Hugs and well wishes were exchanged and the group parted ways.

Nothing caps a solid night of Whiskey (or Rum and Diet in Lissa Mij’s case) like a plate full of greasy delicious food. Drunk and full of life, the Mij, Lissa Mij and J.Jerry stopped at a late night restaurant up the street from the Landmark (you know, the place a few doors down from Pizza Man). Loud and unconcerned with our surrounding the 3 of us began to “horse around.” The Mij and I were throwing ice at one another while insulting each other’s taste in footwear. Being a bit under the Whiskey umbrella, the Mij missed me with his throw and hit the gentlemen sitting behind us. Being the angry social individual quick to jump to conclusions (which make up half the population of Milwaukee) the slightly wet gentlemen invaded our table and with his misunderstanding demanded a full and complete apology. He got it, albeit a half assed one. It was an accident any way you look at it, but these guys weren’t the understanding type. They’d felt the tiny piece of ice that grazed one of their shoulder’s was an initial act of war, specifically targeted towards them.

What happened in the next 8 hours would affect J.Jerry and strike him at his core even to this day. Part II tomorrow.