Reasons I hate the Holidays (Nov 1st to January 1st) Part One
First off.
Hate the holidays.
Second off.
Hate the prison I've given myself.
Third off.
I hate wankers.
Here we go. This time of year blows. B L O W S. Blows. Little bit about me... something you might not know, no biggie...
13 years ago (I believe, my past has become murky) a friend of mine passed away. Danny Parker. Have I written about this before? *shrugs* We had grown apart, as gradeschool chums do, but we were always friendly to one another. He had a zest for life that I was afraid of. It ultimately cost him, which still leaves me with the eternal question... Is it better to burn out, than to fade away?
Daniel Parker did burn out, a tragic automobile accident that ended up killing himself and another driver and the driver's child. He was drinking on country roads which is never a good thing, and while I find this horrid, absolutely intolerable! Such is the way of the world. My anger over his decision, has always been deep in the shadows of my loss of him.
It happened the day before my birthday. I went to work that night, feeling relatively out of it, when I got home I lost it. Freaked out, felt the warm chill of fear that you only get when your Peter Pan days are over and you realize you have to grow up. Saltier tears don't get shed, unless perhaps you had someone in your family you cared about... but that's another entry - right?
Even though it wasn't much comfort, I turned to the illustrious words of Neil Peart to allow me to feel something, to let it go. I share these words with you now, pay attention to them. If you feel daring listen to the song. It isn't for the newly initated Rush fan, but it is one the most heartfelt of their library. Strangely it was Danny who got me listening to Rush in a way. When we were kids, in between playing Donkey Kong Jr. on his Coleco-vision and sword play with plastic swords, we watched Mtv and the video for Tom Sawyer came on. We both liked it but didn't realize til much much later that it was the same band. For the youngsters who read my livejournal, Mtv actually used to play a lot of videos that didn't suck :)
Afterimage
Suddenly, you were gone
From all the lives you left your mark upon
I remember
How we talked and drank into the misty dawn
I hear the voices
We ran by the water on the wet summer lawn
I see the footprints
I remember
I feel the way you would
I feel the way you would
Tried to believe but you know it's no good
This is something that just can't be understood
I remember
The shouts of joy skiing fast through the woods
I hear the echoes
I learned your love for life,
I feel the way that you would
I feel your presence
I remember
I feel the way you would
This just can't be understood...
Hate the holidays.
Second off.
Hate the prison I've given myself.
Third off.
I hate wankers.
Here we go. This time of year blows. B L O W S. Blows. Little bit about me... something you might not know, no biggie...
13 years ago (I believe, my past has become murky) a friend of mine passed away. Danny Parker. Have I written about this before? *shrugs* We had grown apart, as gradeschool chums do, but we were always friendly to one another. He had a zest for life that I was afraid of. It ultimately cost him, which still leaves me with the eternal question... Is it better to burn out, than to fade away?
Daniel Parker did burn out, a tragic automobile accident that ended up killing himself and another driver and the driver's child. He was drinking on country roads which is never a good thing, and while I find this horrid, absolutely intolerable! Such is the way of the world. My anger over his decision, has always been deep in the shadows of my loss of him.
It happened the day before my birthday. I went to work that night, feeling relatively out of it, when I got home I lost it. Freaked out, felt the warm chill of fear that you only get when your Peter Pan days are over and you realize you have to grow up. Saltier tears don't get shed, unless perhaps you had someone in your family you cared about... but that's another entry - right?
Even though it wasn't much comfort, I turned to the illustrious words of Neil Peart to allow me to feel something, to let it go. I share these words with you now, pay attention to them. If you feel daring listen to the song. It isn't for the newly initated Rush fan, but it is one the most heartfelt of their library. Strangely it was Danny who got me listening to Rush in a way. When we were kids, in between playing Donkey Kong Jr. on his Coleco-vision and sword play with plastic swords, we watched Mtv and the video for Tom Sawyer came on. We both liked it but didn't realize til much much later that it was the same band. For the youngsters who read my livejournal, Mtv actually used to play a lot of videos that didn't suck :)
Afterimage
Suddenly, you were gone
From all the lives you left your mark upon
I remember
How we talked and drank into the misty dawn
I hear the voices
We ran by the water on the wet summer lawn
I see the footprints
I remember
I feel the way you would
I feel the way you would
Tried to believe but you know it's no good
This is something that just can't be understood
I remember
The shouts of joy skiing fast through the woods
I hear the echoes
I learned your love for life,
I feel the way that you would
I feel your presence
I remember
I feel the way you would
This just can't be understood...