Some folks, sometimes, need a little something. There are nights that go on for weeks and weeks. And there are stories you can’t forget–about what you did, about what was done to you–and long-playing records installed inside your ears. Movies you can’t turn off. You know how it ends. Christ, you’re bored with this flick. No off-switch to the projector, though. Get your snacks; we’ll adjourn at dawn.
If then.
Because days are a problem, too. Days are where they keep the people, and they can be a bit much. The ones that aren’t stupid are cruel. The ones that aren’t cruel are thoughtless. The ones that aren’t thoughtless want something. Everyone wants something.
You, too.
Little something to take the edge off. Or sharpen up. Make it easier to fuck, sleep, kill an hour. A little something to soothe the shriek. Some folks are shrieking inside all the damn time and they never tell anyone at all. We call those folks brave, because we’re thoughtless. Faster. Some people like to go faster. Or slower. Slower is also an option. Blind and blacked-out fuckery is available. For a reasonable price, you can battle the Sanhedrin. Pack some state secrets in a syringe and shoot it under your toenails. Psychological homeostasis is temporary. Little something’ll do it.
The Lord, He chose your shape, and your parents picked out your name, but you make your own decisions and you can decide to do the same thing you did yesterday, day before, day before that. You can decide whatever the fuck you want as long as you got the money and the balls. You can do anything you can live through. Some folks can even live through holding hands with strangers in a church basement.
Takes all kinds on the lot.
can’t tell if this is the best post ever or the worst. a bit of snark creeps in at the end.
one time I was at a meeting at the setbreak in Cal
Expo…I am gonna say 89 or 91…and David Gans came to the meeting to record us all for an interstitial on his radio show saying in unison “Hi, We’re the Wharf Rats keep comin’ back!”….he was getting antsy cause ya know the band were about to come back on and such, and I heard him say to his friend under his breath…”These are the people who can’t handle ‘it'”. I thought, you may be right in some sense but you definitely don’t get it. And judging by his Dad jeans and ponytail (bay area mullet) he really doesn’t.
I think you had too much too fast.
Hey babyterp, nobody can walk in your shoes. We’ve all got demons. We’ve all got things in this life that we didn’t bargain for. They will be with us for a time or they could last our whole life. The best we can hope for is that we cope with it, and people understand.
What Gans did seems mean spirited. What TOTD wrote feels genuine. The fact he wrote about it like he understands is good enough. So you’re first thought is right, could be the best post ever
i like weed. i like booze. i’ve had issues with booze. now i don’t. i still drink, just alot less. i use alot more weed. we are all works in progress.
This is a great piece. When your writing is at its best, it either makes me laugh out loud or just about brings a tear to my eye. This is an example of the latter. Thanks for being so perceptive and doing what you do.
It works when you work it
Wharf rat in front of me at show. Asked him how long he has been sober. Is that cool or taboo?
I was trying to be supportive, just not sure I speak the language.
Tor,
I would of assumed you meant well by the question and been totally cool with it.
Great post. Honest, smooth but lovely prose. Got me to look up Sanhedrin.