k so here i am. i have 2 things sitting in my drafts folder. one of them explains the origins of the name of this blog. the other, i forget. as i told kona on le facebook, marijuana is a powerful drug.
so i strapped on the ipod, fired up the third of a spliff i found earlier this afternoon (in a candleholder - votive - that i was going to put spent sunflower seeds in). finding joint remnants you'd forgotten about is kind of like finding a $10 bill in the pocket of a pair of jeans you haven't worn in awhile. "eleanor rigby". *sigh*
i remember where i was when john was killed. does that mean i'm old? i was 11. i cried. moms loved the beatles. saw them at the hollywood bowl (bitch!! lol). i heard em a lot growing up. i probably felt something like she felt on december 8th, 1980 when joe strummer died. shit. i guess that's what really means i'm old. i liked the clash when there still was the clash. like sandinista and shit.
no joke. i had awesome taste in music when i was a kid. not only did the folks expose me to some really good music (dad was at a led zep show when mom went to the hospital to have my brother. dick! no lol. lol), but the radio didn't suck ass back then and i actually got exposed to good stuff. like the first time i ever heard tom petty and the heartbreakers, it was on KROQ. -- if you read this kona, you'll know they weren't playing him on KROQ then. lol --
i get a wee bit wistful that i won't have a minion who grows up thinking that the police rool and stewart copeland is the best rock drummer *ever*. few other things too, but they certainly don't amount to a reason to have one. yeah... like wendell's seed would find any purchase in my 41 yo innards if i wanted to actually birth the minion. and ick. babies are parasites, no? i was one, a long time ago. moms was pregs with me 42 years ago.
she was pregs again about 2 and a half years later. with my brother. my brother who turns 39 on saturday. yeah, so old. my little brother's dirty thirties are about to come to an end. that makes me a fucking relic.
anyhoo, he's a good brother. usually see him about twice a month. he lives in long beach too, over in bluff park. right around the fucking corner from dexter morgan! a triplex, with off street parking. lucky bastard. gawd i'm rambling. we've always been pretty tight. i know, for me, that growing up it was good having someone along for the ride. it would have been a lot of damn nonsense to go through by oneself. i'm glad it didn't make bad people of either of us.
i used to right better stoned. i mean better than while sober. lol
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