I'm not being a dick and swear to anyone who hears you can get ten plays for a buck, and you might laugh at my typing but I haven't been swinging from the rafters tonight (it is boiling over into another night).
Any guy here, please please please take one fucking weekend, go to a dime bookstore read you could throw a rock and hit Euripides in a bookstore, why is that. I read shit that I read before college it was pretty fucking awsome in some instances but a good percentage was just like a hot poker to read what you should fucking anyway, a degree to show you are willing to read a good book and talk about it.
This isn't a story I tell a lot, even through the years and fogs I haven't told it here. I still pretty young, I didn't all the time but I had an old biker jacket that was someone elses that I'd wear sometime when it fit, just you wore your jacket, I didn't buy this jacket this jacket is something I won't talk about. It's hanging one my door knob, I could kick it, it's gnarly and old and memories. I found somehow in my travails, a set of brass knuckles, and ...I've been in some fights, I can't imagine someone using brass knuckles. I don't remember where they came from they were just always in the pocket, and when we were reaching for beer money I just keep pulling out brass knucle like car keys, hahahahaha,
so that's not funny in itselt or it is, but over time it became a thing. I ended up, I'm not joking 22 25 sets of brass knuckles people would find at parties thinking no one has brass knuckles, I got fucked up and they took my brass knuckles. I went to a party one afternoon everyone was fucked up sidedway, it's probably recorded here somewhere, We go into this trailer someone owes someone dope or money, but I brought frozen pizza, like four. That's a pretty solid contributions booze and beer all around, there was this guy with purple acoustic guitar and a couple nice looking wrung out girls and a little tv, I set down the pizzas people talk, I get shuffled over by this girl on the couch (I only remember because it was the jacket, jacket stories, I did
I think there's a huge differential that can never be met between a guy in the old days or slightly after the old bombers who can pull off or even attempt a leather jacket, but the Ramones and some punks, even real bikers, you can tell in the pictures, most are a jacket with a guy underneath, but there's one in a bunch the jacket could be on a tree, hood of a car, that guy is the guy and jacket don't mean shit. You wear the jacket to look like that guy.
In the day, I didn't give a fuck and in honor, It's what you grabbed on the way out. so much shit, not as a tough guy, but man I had this fucking jacket and after enough it's just a jacket, I was at a girl's house once and I had the jacket and we were talking, she reminde me of ...(I'll find her) but she came out of this room and she had a snapshot polaroid (how do you spell polaroid), of me in the jacket. It's assholey, but unless you're a 16 Candles f agboy bestie, if you have any nuts in your eyes at all you should have a leather jacket, and be sitting talking to someone with reading glasses. I look like Sonny Barger on steroids being filmed for a movie out of time, like angry pose. hahah, so rich, but capured in time enuogh that a girl took a picture and showed it to almost the same. \\
I've been here a long time. When I came here it was a game. I thought I'd die at 23 , then 27, Morrison all the big ones and then when I was still alive and all my friends were dead, it was never a conscious but what if I'm an old man in a chair...
Fallling way back to the jacket story, sitting under a grove of willow trees and a creek an arms-legnty away watching Macbeth in the best atmosphere in the world , what you picture it was just a slice, I've been in some great places and seen some great plays.
Anyway yeah, me and my girl, I didn't drag her along, it was a drive. I think I love Shakespeare and my daughter loved me because I'm the guy, it's how it works. So there's an intermission and this old woman impeccably dresses stunningly pretty old woman.
She says, I owe you an apology. I didn't know why you were there and you kept fixing thng and bringing the movies. I judged you (the words were different, ... but she apologized to me in front of my daughter at a Shakespeare play, you can pose and pose. Whatever I did in an old moment led to that look in the eye. And old woman apologizing to a lumber worker who shouldn't like a throwback with a loving daughter on his arm.
I've never thought shit of me, but if you just give a little bit of a shit and are genuine ala morte, you can just sense good people, I mean outward, I know how worthles and nothing I am, you can't hurt me. ...but I have magic. I've changed days. you're reading my shit.
Don't read Medea. I was a young guy, I read the play in jr high on my own, and as a Married, maybe the happiest I;ve ever beeb readubg Henry Miller, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle ... dreams and nightmares
I'm pretty sure no one has read all this shit...I don't belong in these threds. Dont hate the mods
I've read Beckeett alles, I mean everything.
i've seen all the dark shir. I was asked what's the worst thing you've ever
All your dark , all these dark movies and books. And I don't know everthing, but in my travails
the Janus production of Euripides Medea is the most disturbing thing I'ver ever seen.. It fucked me up. ihvwn'r douns ir. of all the things i've ever seen the Janus prduction of Euripide's "Medea'
It was Christmas and two families and I'm in with it but just just ack wired a copy of Black Spr8ng
