Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Favorite Things

So I’ve been thinking about moving. Or going on the road for awhile, getting away from the same old, same old.

Then I realized that I’m way more attached to my stuff than I used to be. When I was younger I used to get pack up my guitar, twenty bucks, and hit the road with my thumb in the air to catch a ride. Doesn’t sound all that fun to me now because I need my stuff.

I’d have a hard time living without:
The Internet- man, what did vampires ever do without it? Email, downloading songs, Myspace… I can spend hours online.

Computer- obvious, I guess, given the Internet comment above, but I could get access to the Internet at public places. But I want my own computer with all my games and music software.

My guitar- okay, that hasn’t changed much in forty years.

Cell phone- None of these “reading minds” vampire crap for me. Just call my cell.

Lava lamp- Even with kick ass technology, nothing’s ever going to be groovier than a lava lamp.

Picture of Jenny- She was my mortal girlfriend back in the day. She’s a real estate agent and a grandmother now in St. Louis.

The rest I guess I could take or leave, but I do really like my ACDC t-shirt, my DVD collection, and my Saints jersey. It wouldn’t make me happy to lose any of those.

What can’t you all live without?


Sunday, February 4, 2007

The Quiet Impaler

I guess that's how the other guys would label me. I am the quiet one. Seems to me that when you open your mouth too much, you just create a heap of trouble. I learned that lesson the hard way. After all, it was my own big mouth and cocky attitude that got me where I am today.

So I've learned over my many, many years to just sit back and let others talk themselves in and out of messes and around in circles. It's safer to sit quietly in the background. Don't get me wrong--I will speak my piece when it's necessary, but otherwise, I just sit and watch. You learn a hell of a lot more by listening.

That's something I wish I'd know back when I was alive. Things would have gone much differently if I'd had the sense to pay attention rather than charge in. I could have protected those I'd sworn to protect. I could have done my job...

Ah, hell, see where rambling on gets you? Right back to saying too much.

Yeah, I'm the quiet one. It's the safest way to be. I mean don't you wish there were times when you could have just shut your mouth? Don't you wish there were things you'd never said?