boogchrist

Alright people, it's been awhile since I last used this tool of narcissism. It is important for you to understand some things. I recently turned thirty and I've had to straighten up and start acting more professional. I did not ask for this, I would rather be the acid eating, binge drinking fool I was when I was twenty, but if I do that now I will end up becoming that hobo I saw one time with his pants around his ankles slurring a panhandling litany. And yes I did give him all my change, the poor fool. It is true that William Blake said that if the fool were to persist in his folly he would become wise, but I don't know if I can wait. Nor do I like the idea of being an exceptionally decrepit old man. I say all this because I know the lifestyle, and I still desire it, sex and intoxication, laughter, good society, reckless society, mischief... but damnit, it slips away. Maturity just happens and there's nothing to prevent it. It's a natural process.
Earlier this evening I recounted the time that I was in a Ween cover band, and I was overwhelmed by a flood of memories and a vivid dose of recapitulation. I listened to The Pod and longed for those days. Why did they have to end? Well, the anwer is that the bodily fluids dry up, the old intoxications no longer give comfort and euphoria. Sex drive diminishes, experience alters desire. And those 9-5 jobs you did just to keep the drugs and alcohol flowing don't help you with the kinds of bills you pay as you age. It's inevitable, like the Devo song, you're gonna shrivel up, especially if you live the rock n' roll american lifestyle. Just you watch.
Now why am I saying all this, well, because if you don't fully savor it while you're doing it, the memories will also dry up. When your body is old and decrepit, your memories are almost all that you have until your mind goes. That's right youngsters, mortality is real. So live it up you goddamned whippersnappers!