However inadvertently, all the more disasterous moments in my life have been accompanied by a near-Hollywood perfect score.
In 1985, from a window in my parent's bedroom, I watched as the fertilizer warehouse (!) around the block incinerated during a particularly freaky lightning storm--the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band's "Fire In The Sky" emanating fuzzily from the graying Zenith radio on my mother's nightstand.
Then, in 1994, I introduced the front end of my '78 Buick to a tree; The Defactos cover of Neil Young's "Damage Done" in my tapedeck ejected clear into the back seat upon impact.
Now, eleven years later, Herbie Hancock's "Survival of the Fittest" will go down as the song that escorted my skip-skip-skipping hard drive--all ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-NINE POINT SEVEN GIGABYTES--to the wire mesh trashcan in the sky.
Swearing. Tears. More swearing. It's been a long week.
In 1985, from a window in my parent's bedroom, I watched as the fertilizer warehouse (!) around the block incinerated during a particularly freaky lightning storm--the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band's "Fire In The Sky" emanating fuzzily from the graying Zenith radio on my mother's nightstand.
Then, in 1994, I introduced the front end of my '78 Buick to a tree; The Defactos cover of Neil Young's "Damage Done" in my tapedeck ejected clear into the back seat upon impact.
Now, eleven years later, Herbie Hancock's "Survival of the Fittest" will go down as the song that escorted my skip-skip-skipping hard drive--all ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-NINE POINT SEVEN GIGABYTES--to the wire mesh trashcan in the sky.
Swearing. Tears. More swearing. It's been a long week.
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I can FOR SURE afford to LIVE in Portland--it's hauling all my shit out there that's too much $$$