what do you do?
too many mornings you wake up to read that yet another one of your mentors is dead.
right now it's hard to grasp...i've been stoned out on a legitimate painkiller binge for the last week. numb physically, mentally and emotionally...armed only with a nurse's guidebook to drugs i use to navigate my kaleidoscope pile of opiate derivatives, a stack of newspapers from across the country, and my favorite pen.
my favorite pen...i've spent how long carving out opinions and ideas into little grey notebooks? almost always vile and venom spewed towards the blind dumb and sleepy, towards the propagators of the falsehoods and chicanery birthed by my parent's generation.
my parent's generation...how many times have i been told it's insanity to continue doing the same thing over and over and over yet expecting eventually to score a win? hells, that principle alone is the core principle of my trilogy of novels.
i've spent too many nights sharing drinks with the ilk of that generation and their progeny railing back and forth at the mistakes we've all made. but it doesn't matter. it really does not matter.
get me away from here. this woman doesn't understand, this lifestyle is done, and i need the soil of my family's forefathers
beneath my fingernails.
too many mornings you wake up to read that yet another one of your mentors is dead.
right now it's hard to grasp...i've been stoned out on a legitimate painkiller binge for the last week. numb physically, mentally and emotionally...armed only with a nurse's guidebook to drugs i use to navigate my kaleidoscope pile of opiate derivatives, a stack of newspapers from across the country, and my favorite pen.
my favorite pen...i've spent how long carving out opinions and ideas into little grey notebooks? almost always vile and venom spewed towards the blind dumb and sleepy, towards the propagators of the falsehoods and chicanery birthed by my parent's generation.
my parent's generation...how many times have i been told it's insanity to continue doing the same thing over and over and over yet expecting eventually to score a win? hells, that principle alone is the core principle of my trilogy of novels.
i've spent too many nights sharing drinks with the ilk of that generation and their progeny railing back and forth at the mistakes we've all made. but it doesn't matter. it really does not matter.
get me away from here. this woman doesn't understand, this lifestyle is done, and i need the soil of my family's forefathers
beneath my fingernails.
melly:
I feel ya... he will be missed. I am assuming you mean the late great Mr. Thompson?