Wait till September comes back ‘round.
Every sunday we would lie together. We’d be nursing our hangovers from the night before with a orange juice and just a bit of vodka to hurry the process. It was in the time before our lifestyle got to be a little out of control, before the drug use got to be a little more then strictly recreational; before the fighting. But we’d just lie there holding each other and smoking the occasional cigarette and dozing off from time to time. I don’t think you could really call us lovers, just friends who happened to fuck on a regular basis. I never thought I was quite good enough because he would tend to have a wandering eye. But we were comfortable, and it worked for awhile. Eventually, I just had to leave. It wasn’t the romance I needed, he wasn’t the one.
So a few months ago I decided to start a blog where I could just piss and moan, without, you know, really disrupting all of my followers on my tumblr. Well, as time went on, I started to take it more and more seriously, and as I think the writing got better, I started getting more followers and then I really started writing it from the (broken)heart.
Today is really cool, because I’d like to tell you all that it took Rebecca Rae very little effort in convincing me that her and I should collaborate on this blog. She asked and I said yes.
From now on, it’ll still be written very much in the style you’ve grown to love, but with a fresh perspective, from a really sharp and insightful lady.
Thank you all so much for following, it’s means a whole lot. Especially for a guy like me who puts his whole heart on the line, out there to be read, for better or for worse.
Oh, and if you don’t follow Rebecca, you should.
Arlo Guthrie - Alice’s Restaurant
Here’s a musical monologue based on a true story that began on Thanksgiving Day 1965.
This is the song in it’s 18 minutes and 34 second entirety, from Guthrie’s 1967 debut record album, also titled Alice’s Restaurant. It is notable as a satirical, first-person account of 1960s counterculture, in addition to being a hit song in its own right. The final part of the song is an encouragement for the listeners to sing along, to resist the U.S. draft, and to end war.
Eric Clapton - Layla (live)
Sometimes I just think that god is just fucking around with me, putting this woman in my life. I’ve known her almost 4 years and we still get on like the day we met.
I just think the Big Man is gonna peek his head outta the clouds and say, “Hey, Mike Waskom, that was fun, huh? Well, we’re all having a blast up here watching you fumble around, and now it’s time to go, dude.” and then POOF, she’ll be gone.
Those things, things like that happen right?
Bayside - Megan
Further Seems Forever - The Moon Is Down
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