Everything coming to a head
The past month has been the single most exciting period since London into Eastern Europe into Band Manager gig, it has even surpassed my recent time in Sri Lanka. My best buddy is having a damn hard time. He stayed up for a silly long amount of time and decided to forgo the men in white suits and check himself into a hospital. Funny thing is it's kinda alot harder to get out than to get in. This has been fucking with me most. He's always been saner and more level than I have (at least in my estimation it would appear). Also I saw him just before heading to England (my great aunt passed and so we went back to see the family and had a great but exhausting time, my european cousins are the shit. All of them are nice and funny and not deranged like most people I know.) and he was ticking pretty steady. I mean he's been pretty down for a long time, but I thought that was just a manifestation of good ole common sense. But nope, turns out folks that if you turn around or blink your loved ones or employers could be carted off to the laffy house. (I just made up laffy house and I really like it.)
So after returning and getting the news of my friend I've been in quite a daze. This thanksgiving featured 30 people, a family intervention of sorts (mostly self-realization, way to go), and a friends car accident leading to you guessed it folks de-fenestration. Huh, yeah how's that for a boat load of shit going on. Yep Yep. By the way to the world in general, Heather and Sean are great people, they should come to every thanksgiving ever. EVER. Same with my uncle Bill. The first baby boomer I've met in a long time who makes me think that some of us can hold on to our ideals, although apparently not our posture, (sorry uncle Bill). And during all of this there's a girl in Illinois.
Michelle is great. I had the pleasure of making her acquitance after loads of haiku trading via the information super highway. I moved matt into his new digs in Iowa and spent three days in, you guessed it folks, NORMAL, IL. There I met a girl I can talk to for what seems like 25 minutes but its 3 hours. That hasn't happened since what's her name... Sorry Anna. Where is she by the way? but we watched and laughed at movies, played games and magic and talked and had a hooting and hollering whale of a time in general. But I live here. And her life, which is fine a cool and hers, raises issues that were the boogeymen of my time with what's her name. I so we talked as I was in Chicago. But as I was on the train home I didn't call her. I thought she'd be busy or asleep or I was lying to myself about all that other crap and something else was going in the part of my brain labeled "stupid pussy".but regardless I haven't contacted this lovely warm nice smelling female I can talk to and who has kind eyes. Why? All the shit above, partly. No being sure of truth in this post. I'll leave it as a kind of question for the next one. Why not Jake? Maybe before then I will call. But regardless, love the people around you. Tell you parents you like them as people and your sorry for peeing down the heat vent in their bedroom when you were seven, even if you really aren't. Suddenly god looks at you (that's right no capitals for him) and realizes he's lost track of giving you shit lately, so here you are, double portion. Some people think he's testing us, I just this god can't multi-task. But we can. Honesty and Earnestosity, the building blocks of __________________.
So after returning and getting the news of my friend I've been in quite a daze. This thanksgiving featured 30 people, a family intervention of sorts (mostly self-realization, way to go), and a friends car accident leading to you guessed it folks de-fenestration. Huh, yeah how's that for a boat load of shit going on. Yep Yep. By the way to the world in general, Heather and Sean are great people, they should come to every thanksgiving ever. EVER. Same with my uncle Bill. The first baby boomer I've met in a long time who makes me think that some of us can hold on to our ideals, although apparently not our posture, (sorry uncle Bill). And during all of this there's a girl in Illinois.
Michelle is great. I had the pleasure of making her acquitance after loads of haiku trading via the information super highway. I moved matt into his new digs in Iowa and spent three days in, you guessed it folks, NORMAL, IL. There I met a girl I can talk to for what seems like 25 minutes but its 3 hours. That hasn't happened since what's her name... Sorry Anna. Where is she by the way? but we watched and laughed at movies, played games and magic and talked and had a hooting and hollering whale of a time in general. But I live here. And her life, which is fine a cool and hers, raises issues that were the boogeymen of my time with what's her name. I so we talked as I was in Chicago. But as I was on the train home I didn't call her. I thought she'd be busy or asleep or I was lying to myself about all that other crap and something else was going in the part of my brain labeled "stupid pussy".but regardless I haven't contacted this lovely warm nice smelling female I can talk to and who has kind eyes. Why? All the shit above, partly. No being sure of truth in this post. I'll leave it as a kind of question for the next one. Why not Jake? Maybe before then I will call. But regardless, love the people around you. Tell you parents you like them as people and your sorry for peeing down the heat vent in their bedroom when you were seven, even if you really aren't. Suddenly god looks at you (that's right no capitals for him) and realizes he's lost track of giving you shit lately, so here you are, double portion. Some people think he's testing us, I just this god can't multi-task. But we can. Honesty and Earnestosity, the building blocks of __________________.
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