4:52am
4:52am.
It's like having just come from an incredible movie that touched you to the heart, over and over.
And no one else has ever seen it.
No one else has ever even heard of it.
And they'll never get the chance to see it.
You'll never be able to share it with anyone.
"Made mindless" and the Southern Cross.
Berg and the Nakeds.
From Ka-Ve to my wedding to the Paint Lady.
Car magazines and reading primers
Frankenstein and Philadelphia Freedom.
Corrugated fun.
Dodgeball and Seally Pond.
The Saco River and the quarry.
Garnet and Garnett.
Watching the most important person in my life dying in an ICU.
The Bentmen and Concussion Ensemble.
From group love in a Jersey suburb to a different kind of group love in a cottage on a Scottish loch.
Free Enterprise.
Disco duck and "sprots".
Frodo Lives! at the McClurg Court Theater.
Sink the buses and save the nukes.
He's an eviscerator.
Sweet, Abba, and Devo piped thru a jury-rigged speaker system.
Mosquito Mountain and the Devil's Triangle.
Miles and miles of roads and trails that no one else has ever seen.
The Klong Yaw.
Hundred thousand dollar tax bills, and one-cent bank statements.
The Great Lie, and Then Again, Maybe I Won't.
Blond. Egad.
The turn toward Race Point, and resting at the beach afterward.
The campanile of the New Old South Church.
Astoria, and the RR.
Nights at Bill's or the Pluff.
The Toxicmobile. The Glick. The Starship. The Devinci and the Plastic Bullet.
Quack and meow. I'm flabbergasted. Ay-ant! Juggo naiyo.
Fletcher Pratt. "Eh? Did you say munny?" Yes, shut up, Hal.
Playing ball against the wall of the DMV for years at a time.
Compersion, and the ten thousand and one unspoken crushes.
Suits, casual, and back to suits. Purple rugs everywhere. I think the Morale Committee should have considered that.
Pemaquid, Camden, Battie. My tree in Old Town.
The ComDisk, MJJWSMBB, and HSnet.
Mazar Balinu, Carmarade, and DAL-SYS.
Kenny Kinnikinnick, inventor of Gnip Gnop.
Silent summer drives back from girlfriends' homes.
And the Southern Cross.
This is what it's like to grow old.
I've lived my life thinking: while I'm young, I'll live it up. That way I'll have a huge collection of wonderful memories to relive when I get old, and can't do all those fun things anymore.
I guess I'm over the crest of that proverbial hill, because when I look back, I'm filled with hundreds upon hundreds of memories of my life.
I see now why old people feel isolated. It's not because they're alone; it's because they've lived an amazing, deeply touching novel that no one else will ever read.
So many people and places and events have touched my life, but no person will ever share the things I remember, the things that even today bring up deep feelings that toss me around like a toy boat toy boat toy boat.
If you've been part of my life, I owe you something I can never repay. You've honored me greatly, and no matter how small a part you played or how distant the events in question, rest assured that you have touched me, and I remember.
Though no one else can or will, I shall remember, until the end of my days. Namaste, my friend.
Think about how many times I have fallen.
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'.
What Heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
It's like having just come from an incredible movie that touched you to the heart, over and over.
And no one else has ever seen it.
No one else has ever even heard of it.
And they'll never get the chance to see it.
You'll never be able to share it with anyone.
"Made mindless" and the Southern Cross.
Berg and the Nakeds.
From Ka-Ve to my wedding to the Paint Lady.
Car magazines and reading primers
Frankenstein and Philadelphia Freedom.
Corrugated fun.
Dodgeball and Seally Pond.
The Saco River and the quarry.
Garnet and Garnett.
Watching the most important person in my life dying in an ICU.
The Bentmen and Concussion Ensemble.
From group love in a Jersey suburb to a different kind of group love in a cottage on a Scottish loch.
Free Enterprise.
Disco duck and "sprots".
Frodo Lives! at the McClurg Court Theater.
Sink the buses and save the nukes.
He's an eviscerator.
Sweet, Abba, and Devo piped thru a jury-rigged speaker system.
Mosquito Mountain and the Devil's Triangle.
Miles and miles of roads and trails that no one else has ever seen.
The Klong Yaw.
Hundred thousand dollar tax bills, and one-cent bank statements.
The Great Lie, and Then Again, Maybe I Won't.
Blond. Egad.
The turn toward Race Point, and resting at the beach afterward.
The campanile of the New Old South Church.
Astoria, and the RR.
Nights at Bill's or the Pluff.
The Toxicmobile. The Glick. The Starship. The Devinci and the Plastic Bullet.
Quack and meow. I'm flabbergasted. Ay-ant! Juggo naiyo.
Fletcher Pratt. "Eh? Did you say munny?" Yes, shut up, Hal.
Playing ball against the wall of the DMV for years at a time.
Compersion, and the ten thousand and one unspoken crushes.
Suits, casual, and back to suits. Purple rugs everywhere. I think the Morale Committee should have considered that.
Pemaquid, Camden, Battie. My tree in Old Town.
The ComDisk, MJJWSMBB, and HSnet.
Mazar Balinu, Carmarade, and DAL-SYS.
Kenny Kinnikinnick, inventor of Gnip Gnop.
Silent summer drives back from girlfriends' homes.
And the Southern Cross.
This is what it's like to grow old.
I've lived my life thinking: while I'm young, I'll live it up. That way I'll have a huge collection of wonderful memories to relive when I get old, and can't do all those fun things anymore.
I guess I'm over the crest of that proverbial hill, because when I look back, I'm filled with hundreds upon hundreds of memories of my life.
I see now why old people feel isolated. It's not because they're alone; it's because they've lived an amazing, deeply touching novel that no one else will ever read.
So many people and places and events have touched my life, but no person will ever share the things I remember, the things that even today bring up deep feelings that toss me around like a toy boat toy boat toy boat.
If you've been part of my life, I owe you something I can never repay. You've honored me greatly, and no matter how small a part you played or how distant the events in question, rest assured that you have touched me, and I remember.
Though no one else can or will, I shall remember, until the end of my days. Namaste, my friend.
Think about how many times I have fallen.
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'.
What Heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.