tangledupinblue

While riding on a train goin' west,
I fell asleep for to take my rest.
I dreamed a dream that made me sad,
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,
Where we together weathered many a storm,
Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn.

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,
Our words were told, our songs were sung,
Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfied
Talkin' and a-jokin' about the world outside.

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,
We never thought we could ever get old.
We thought we could sit forever in fun
But our chances really was a million to one.

As easy it was to tell black from white,
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.
And our choices were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.

Now many a year has passed and gone,
And many a gamble has been lost and won,
And many a road taken by many a first friend,
And each one I've never seen again.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
That we could sit simply in that room again.
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.


~~~~~daily dylan~~~~~

That's a song called "Bob Dylan's Dream" off of The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan and I listened to it after staggering home at around 6 this morning. I had a great night last night. My friend Brady had a Final Four party, and hated Duke lost to UConn. We went to a dive bar and dove in hard. I drank an interesting shot called the "Three Wise Men" Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, and Johnny Walker mixed and chilled, and I overtipped a really cute bartender. I think she had a nervous tick though 'cause she kept winking at me. Trust me, in his current state of disarray, Trash does not get the winks of the ladies, but that's cool.

The thing about getting older though, as I see it, is that a lot of times, events whatever, call to mind places and people long gone as they are happening. Life is so much more textured that it's harder to stay in the moment. Also, it's just a different feel when a lot of your friends are having babies or engaged and we're all doctors, lawyers or rock stars rather than college kids. Some people I really miss, but realize they're better as memories than as real people in my life right now. I don't quite know what I'm saying, because I'm not really lamenting any loss, nor necessarily nostalgic, just amazed at where I am and also frustrated to some degree at how far I want to get in a short time in terms of getting my health back together. Still, got to remember that my tragic flaw is overdoing things. I figure if one of something is good, forty of them has to be outstanding. So I'm trying to slowly change some things and get myself feeling better about how I'm living. I'm also feeling optimistic, and embracing the romantic notions about life and hapiness that I used to hold as sacrosanct. It's weird to feel them again and I'm not quite so sure how much I trust 'em after the hell I've been through the last five years. I've kind of gotten used to being the Man of Constant Sorrow, and so remembering who I am is kind of jarring. I know everyone HATES Men in Black II, but I love it, and it has a great line in it that I tend to think on some times "We are who we are, even if sometimes we forget." I hope you all are in tune with all the good things about yourselves today.

This is Trash