hornitos

well, my uncle was here last weekend. .
i only got to talk to him briefly . .due to my work schedule. . i work late nights.
when i did talk to him, he said
" i finally had to go out and buy the WHO live at leeds cd" i guess my son had been watching the who live at isle of wight? (or something like that)

and i said " i have that on cassette somewhere in my room"

and he says. . " i know , i gave it to you. when you were a teenager you asked if i'd open it up , because it was still sealed , so you could listen to it, so i just said you could have it"

and then he talked about a baseball game we went to 23 years ago together. . and he knew the teams that played and the final score and everything. .
i remember going to the game , but none of the details. .

and i 'm thinking. .how can this 50 year old man remember all these details about my life, when i can't?

i couldn't even remember the final score of the baseball game i took my son to this summer .. until he reminded me.

it concerns me. .

but , maybe that;s the problem . .i'm so concerned with myself all the time, i'm not taking the time to fully enjoy what's going on around me. .

who knows. . fuck it. .

i think i'm gonna paint something . .so that there will at least be something left from me when i . . leave. .