when i was in my teens and 20's home alone meant party, drugs, alcohol, strange women, beer runs, drug runs, avoiding the police, loud music and wondering how the hell you got there come morning. now in my 30's, home alone means laundry day, weird music, and way too much time spent thinking. of course, my internet has been out for most of today, so...
what truly sucks is given that that fucker Jerry Sandusky and Penn State are back in the news i get to relive being sexually abused as a child again and again. not fun. these are the times when i laugh when some dumb ass says i have an easy life. try living with demons from 32 years ago and see how long until you find a gun in your mouth.
and when the paints fail, the words no longer come around, all the books have been read and the word bleak is on the tip of my tongue, you will know and i will know what time it really is.
as you may imagine, some tears and some paralysis by analysis today.
and, as you may imagine, a shit load of music.
Ray LaMontagne and the Pariah Dogs - God Willin' & the Creek Don't Rise
John Prine - In Person & On Stage
Cat Power - The Greatest
Leonard Cohen - Various Positions
Tom Waits - Alice
Levon Helm - Dirt Farmer
Bob Dylan - Time Out of Mind
"Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people." - Khalil Gibran