OMFG
I am in tears. And, for the moment, I cannot remember ever being happier. (Except when Girlfriend is sharing intimate time with me...)
I am fucking _blasting_ the stereo. For the first time in _months_. It is better than narcotics. (Which I desperately need, right now, thanks to two nasty injuries I've recently suffered.) Holy fucking shit. How can I go months at a time denying myself this? (Girlfriend rocks out, but hasn't my tolerance for high volume levels.) Steve Morse (all bow down before Him), Devo, Type O Negative, Jimi Hendrix, Apop B, Boston, Mukti's latest piece (yummy electronica), Beethoven, and Vivaldi. Dire Straits. Pink Floyd. Oh baby, you're making me live. I used to do this almost every day. Chris Isaak. Massive Attack. How have I lived so long without you? The tears flow, and the laughter. Thank you, gods. This is a kind world after all. At 110 decibels, everything is beautiful. Rock me, Amadeus (both Wolfgang and Falco). KISS. (No, I haven't forgotten you, my old friends!) Deep Purple. (I AM a highway star, goddmmit.)
"The speedometer reads 115. The engine of my hopped-up 1967 Mustang is straining a bit, but is comfortably within its range. I have just crossed the Continental Divide. Boston's "Foreplay/Long Time" has just reached its stunning crescendo and slipped into its catchy next riff. The sunrise is breaking over the horizon, spilling its wondrous light across the thousand square miles which lay before me. And it is all mine for the taking."
I am fucking _blasting_ the stereo. For the first time in _months_. It is better than narcotics. (Which I desperately need, right now, thanks to two nasty injuries I've recently suffered.) Holy fucking shit. How can I go months at a time denying myself this? (Girlfriend rocks out, but hasn't my tolerance for high volume levels.) Steve Morse (all bow down before Him), Devo, Type O Negative, Jimi Hendrix, Apop B, Boston, Mukti's latest piece (yummy electronica), Beethoven, and Vivaldi. Dire Straits. Pink Floyd. Oh baby, you're making me live. I used to do this almost every day. Chris Isaak. Massive Attack. How have I lived so long without you? The tears flow, and the laughter. Thank you, gods. This is a kind world after all. At 110 decibels, everything is beautiful. Rock me, Amadeus (both Wolfgang and Falco). KISS. (No, I haven't forgotten you, my old friends!) Deep Purple. (I AM a highway star, goddmmit.)
"The speedometer reads 115. The engine of my hopped-up 1967 Mustang is straining a bit, but is comfortably within its range. I have just crossed the Continental Divide. Boston's "Foreplay/Long Time" has just reached its stunning crescendo and slipped into its catchy next riff. The sunrise is breaking over the horizon, spilling its wondrous light across the thousand square miles which lay before me. And it is all mine for the taking."