When I was a kid, my Old Man use to sing this to me a lot; we'd be driving in his Toyota with not radio, so he'd sing and tell me stories from his life. I think times driving may have been the only time I can say for sure, my Dad was honest. Last night, after about four months of wondering and trying to get one of my adopted brothers to talk to me--find out from someone else he decided to cut me loose without a word &hold no love cause of what someone said that I said to them...or whatever. Funny thing is, I didn't--and half the reason I am here in a place I loathe, is because he said he needed me to be. I've known him for 11 years--and like so many before him he cuts me loose hard without talking to me for something I KNOW I didn't do or say--and anyone who knows me for five minutes knows it would never even cross my mind. What the fuck, so much for loyalty and brothers and all that.
...So this morning I wake up, and that song just keeps playing in my head--I keep playing it hoping it will kill my want to just go out and get in a brawl with anybody--get hit, hit'm back, bleed some, return the favor. I know I can count on that; the fight knows me and I know the fight. Two kinds of intimacy in this world; the kind you want & imagine--and the kind you can get. I wonder if my Dad ever could've figured as he sang that song, that it weould fit my life like a glove later on. Knowing him and what he had planned, probably. Oh well.
~GC
like u tell me... u r strong. keep ur head up.
XO