Nothing keeps you honest like a few glasses of good whiskey and a decent playlist. Part of me wants to dive into nostalgia. Most of me just wants to write. I’m gonna put this mother fucker on shuffle and write down a thought when it comes to me. Let’s see how drunk I get in 30 minutes.
0:00 to 4:49 – Foo Fighters “February Stars”:
I’ve learned a lot about myself in the last ten years. I’ll probably always be a hopeless romantic, but romance alone isn’t enough to maintain love. Love becomes lust when the feeling isn’t mutual. Lust is merely obsessing over something you can’t have. If you can’t have something, you don’t need it. The only thing you need in life is a sense of purpose. The only person who can give it to you IS you. Love is purpose when what you need is exactly what you’ve always wanted. No strings attached.
4:50 to 8:24 – The Rentals “Please Let That Be You”
Karma is a sexy asshole. For all the good I’ve done in my life, I’ve also done (mostly in word and thought, sometimes in deed) some terrible ass shit. And I’ve ALWAYS paid for it. The other day, I was thinking about some of the dick stuff I’ve said about people in the past. 99% of the time, it was in jest. But, 41% of 99% of the time, I kinda meant it. Humor is better self-defense than blade or bullet for flesh heals quicker than the mind. I just made that deep shit up on the fly. I’m like Little Man Tate with a bigger dick…I think?
8:24 to 14:02 – Led Zeppelin “That’s the Way”
The wayward wind is far too kind.
If Klinger really wanted out, why didn’t he just beat Hawkeye off while Radar drank whole milk and tickled his asshole in a corner?
14:03 to 18:13 – John Lennon “God”
Say you’re God. You’ve been fuckin’ helping people all day. The goddamn phone at the office just rings and rings and rings. Every caller is a whiney asshole, praying about stupid shit like “Dear God, please turn my DirecTV back on so I can catch another episode of Jon and Kate Plus 8.” You come home and the house looks like the Rancor took a shit in your living room. Your son had a bunch of buddies over and they went to town on some kettle chips and Olde English 800 and there’s fuckin’ seeds and stems all over the floor and in the fish tank. JC is missing an eyebrow because Judas is a duplicitous fucker. What do you do? You can’t really send him to his room or take away his Xbox. The Crucifixion is pretty much the ultimate punishment. The precedent has been set. Being a dad seems hard.
18:14 to 21:21 – Live “Hold Me Up”
Is it gay to hold in a shit because it feels kinda good? I mean, I know this guy who likes to hold in shits because it feels kinda good…
22:22 to 25:44 – Styx “Too Much Time on My Hands”
Can’t help but notice how ironic this song is right now…
25:45 to 29:57 – The Jesus and Mary Chain “Head On”
“I can’t get my head. Off. The. Ground.” – Bill Shatner
“Head On” and the Pixies cover always make me think of the Norman Borders for some reason. You should go there tomorrow, get a soy latté and pour it out in the parking lot.
If anyone asks you why, tell them “second hand living just won’t do.”