"i'm not a thinkin' man, but when i do think, i think 'fuck learnin.'" - Gordo 4.3.10
my first two years in high school were Cody's last two. i didn't really know him, but i didn't like him-- I thought he was a cocky, loudmouth asshole. he was sharing an apartment with Brown when i started hanging out there, must have been in '93 or '94. my impression of him changed. i thought he was wise; semi-mystic, maybe.
...this was most likely a side effect of all the drugs and booze.
despite all the glaring evidence and Brown's constant reassurance, it took years for me to fully realize that Cody was completely full of shit. a natural salesman, a charlatan, mountebank, a quack; it was his delivery and charisma that made people believe in what he spouted. in the end, the only thing he really taught me was how to recognize the line between charming and full of shit. a fine distinction indeed, it's like a tiny fissure running through a mountain, but once one pebble shifts, the whole facade comes crashing down.
i hadn't talked to him in months. all i knew is that he hadn't worked for the last couple of years and i hadn't heard a straight answer or statement in general out of him in the last 10 at least. it was really no surprise to find out that he was apparently surviving on drug sales. it took him getting busted to make the assumption true.
it's not that i don't know how i feel about it, the biggest surprise is that i don't really feel anything. the last thing i wanted was for him to go to prison; what i and the rest of us wanted him to do was to grow up and quit acting like a complete jackass, take care of his kids, be a functioning part of society, quit being part of the problem, and act at least as normal as the rest of us do. i knew he wouldn't, but i wanted him to, same way with crazy craig except i'm pretty sure craig won't end up in prison; he's not desperate, just lazy.
speaking of birds, one pooped on my head immediately after the surprise phone call from my twin soul. it was the first time that that has ever happened to me. Lupe and i are taking a train to see her and Sleepytime in Chicago in a couple of weeks.
...another exciting weekend at the cost of relaxation.
spring has arrived in full-frontal fashion. there is a stray cat population problem in this town and one has taken a liking to me. she keeps coming around but i won't feed her. instead, i've been feeding a squirrel lately. i threw some cashews to(at) it last week and it's been coming closer and closer every day. i even bought a can of crappy cashews just to feed the squirrel. my plan is to eventually get it to eat from my hand.
they say the difference between eccentric and crazy is money.
i'm not crazy, and i don't have enough money to be eccentric.
my first two years in high school were Cody's last two. i didn't really know him, but i didn't like him-- I thought he was a cocky, loudmouth asshole. he was sharing an apartment with Brown when i started hanging out there, must have been in '93 or '94. my impression of him changed. i thought he was wise; semi-mystic, maybe.
...this was most likely a side effect of all the drugs and booze.
despite all the glaring evidence and Brown's constant reassurance, it took years for me to fully realize that Cody was completely full of shit. a natural salesman, a charlatan, mountebank, a quack; it was his delivery and charisma that made people believe in what he spouted. in the end, the only thing he really taught me was how to recognize the line between charming and full of shit. a fine distinction indeed, it's like a tiny fissure running through a mountain, but once one pebble shifts, the whole facade comes crashing down.
i hadn't talked to him in months. all i knew is that he hadn't worked for the last couple of years and i hadn't heard a straight answer or statement in general out of him in the last 10 at least. it was really no surprise to find out that he was apparently surviving on drug sales. it took him getting busted to make the assumption true.
it's not that i don't know how i feel about it, the biggest surprise is that i don't really feel anything. the last thing i wanted was for him to go to prison; what i and the rest of us wanted him to do was to grow up and quit acting like a complete jackass, take care of his kids, be a functioning part of society, quit being part of the problem, and act at least as normal as the rest of us do. i knew he wouldn't, but i wanted him to, same way with crazy craig except i'm pretty sure craig won't end up in prison; he's not desperate, just lazy.
speaking of birds, one pooped on my head immediately after the surprise phone call from my twin soul. it was the first time that that has ever happened to me. Lupe and i are taking a train to see her and Sleepytime in Chicago in a couple of weeks.
...another exciting weekend at the cost of relaxation.
spring has arrived in full-frontal fashion. there is a stray cat population problem in this town and one has taken a liking to me. she keeps coming around but i won't feed her. instead, i've been feeding a squirrel lately. i threw some cashews to(at) it last week and it's been coming closer and closer every day. i even bought a can of crappy cashews just to feed the squirrel. my plan is to eventually get it to eat from my hand.
they say the difference between eccentric and crazy is money.
i'm not crazy, and i don't have enough money to be eccentric.
I saw the tour dates online. As much as I wanted to go, I'll be working that day. I hope you have fun visiting Chicago.
Sorry about Cody. It was obvious ever since I met him that this was coming.
Hope all is well. Spinal meningitis no longer got me down.