disclaimer: this will be rambling on purpose. i'm goin for the whole stream of con here. feel free to pick apart the grammar run ons and whatnot...
waking up to the phone ringing. i have to go to a funeral today that involves a friend of my mom. that's cool, sometimes you have to save face and show a little too. so i put on the monkey suit, have a smoke on the porch wondering if the neighbors (man, i have to think of a shorter, easier word to reference them when i'm typing) are gonna come out full bore car honking and creating general 'hood annoyance. nothing doing when my dad picks me up in his new solid black pickup. 'you can smoke in the car, it's cool. the moms does all the time.' 'you got a lighter?', 'hell no, you'd be hard pressed to find a new car w/ a lighter in it'. great.
funeral home. have to sit up front for some odd reason, with the moms who busted ass last nite tripping over a cat she's allergic to and proceeding to get 10 stitches in the grill. why am i sitting here? music starts the procession. 'who chose this singer for this cover?', i'm kinda sleepy. i get that way when jesus is getting mad props and the spitting out of psalms, verses and chapters is making me try to do math that makes no sense. 23. why is that my number? anyone can make a number theirs. pull down the knee bench to prop up my feet. the stepdadish is thinking i shouldn't. he has to stretch out a leg. that shit got fucked up in 'nam. now they are playing a video. i look ok in a suit. not great, but ok. i see a picture of the departed w/ my mom and now she's crying. i seriously cannot get comfortable here. i wonder if that dude is her husband's brother? they totally look alike. now people are getting up to speak and it's all more jesus than the lady. oh, i get it; she got reborn after the cancer fact. man, this bench is not long term sitting accommodating.
then i kind of fall asleep for a sec.
next thing i know i'm shaking hands of people i haven't seen in more than a decade and getting the 'i haven't seen you since you were....' and making a wierd sort of you cant ride this ride if..motion with their bare hands.
fuck, sorry to anyone who plowed into all that, but that doesn't even cover the afternoon of drinking and the rock and roll show. email off list if you want that kind of drivel.....
sorry again.
waking up to the phone ringing. i have to go to a funeral today that involves a friend of my mom. that's cool, sometimes you have to save face and show a little too. so i put on the monkey suit, have a smoke on the porch wondering if the neighbors (man, i have to think of a shorter, easier word to reference them when i'm typing) are gonna come out full bore car honking and creating general 'hood annoyance. nothing doing when my dad picks me up in his new solid black pickup. 'you can smoke in the car, it's cool. the moms does all the time.' 'you got a lighter?', 'hell no, you'd be hard pressed to find a new car w/ a lighter in it'. great.
funeral home. have to sit up front for some odd reason, with the moms who busted ass last nite tripping over a cat she's allergic to and proceeding to get 10 stitches in the grill. why am i sitting here? music starts the procession. 'who chose this singer for this cover?', i'm kinda sleepy. i get that way when jesus is getting mad props and the spitting out of psalms, verses and chapters is making me try to do math that makes no sense. 23. why is that my number? anyone can make a number theirs. pull down the knee bench to prop up my feet. the stepdadish is thinking i shouldn't. he has to stretch out a leg. that shit got fucked up in 'nam. now they are playing a video. i look ok in a suit. not great, but ok. i see a picture of the departed w/ my mom and now she's crying. i seriously cannot get comfortable here. i wonder if that dude is her husband's brother? they totally look alike. now people are getting up to speak and it's all more jesus than the lady. oh, i get it; she got reborn after the cancer fact. man, this bench is not long term sitting accommodating.
then i kind of fall asleep for a sec.
next thing i know i'm shaking hands of people i haven't seen in more than a decade and getting the 'i haven't seen you since you were....' and making a wierd sort of you cant ride this ride if..motion with their bare hands.
fuck, sorry to anyone who plowed into all that, but that doesn't even cover the afternoon of drinking and the rock and roll show. email off list if you want that kind of drivel.....
sorry again.
Funerals are no bueno. I'm sorry you had to go through that, they're awful. Awfully uncomfortable, sometimes I think even more when you don't know the person in mourning.
go berlin,
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