Most of these books are b.s. but make for interesting, Leonard Nimoy 70's cheesy strangeness type reading. Stuck between the pages of one I found an old photograph of a bunch of civil war guys gathered around this huge dead bird. I posted it tonight and answered e-mail and that sort of thing.
Jason dropped by to say "Whad up" (his exact words) and drop off the mail he had been collecting.
The worst part of the fire was that whole loss of personality thing. I had this T-shirt I owned since 1989 go up in that head bar-b-q. It had all this killer insignia stuff going on around this bald guy's head and in the middle of his forehead were the words "I Will Show You Fear in a Handful of Dust" I made it back when I was living on the beach. That shirt didn't just bring back memories. That shirt was a memory.
Well the shirt IS a memory now.
That "I Will Show you Fear . . ." thing is a line from a poem called the Wasteland by T.S. Elliot. It's my favorite poem.
See you're getting to see the soft, frilly side of me. Liking poems and all. Don't worry, it's a manly poem. I ain't no sissy, tree hugging, granola eating, liberal pinko commie spy or anything just cause I like a poem.
Aarrghh, I'm all man, big old lumberjack kinda man, big ole woman loving, beer drinking, gun toting kinda man . . .Let's go out and club some baby seals.
More as it develops,