Fuzzy But There

             It’s raining and I have holes in the top of my convertible. I don’t feel like getting wet so I’m staying put until absolutely necessary. I have plenty to do. I can work on my book, or work on a song, my song, or someone else's. I have to go to a birthday party later in the evening. I have a friend who’s turning four years old today. I bought him some Coleman camping glow sticks in orange and blue for a present. I can’t believe he’s four. Kids are time indicators. When I see the kid I think of time passing, and then of course I think of life passing. I can remember when I was four. It doesn’t seem that long ago, but it was. My memories are fuzzy, but they are there. 

No Way to Live

It’s official. I’m a hothead. I don’t want to be a hothead, not in this town, or any other town for that matter. 

I was visiting my mother yesterday. We had the front door open, when some kid in his twenties started to pace back and forth in front of her house while talking on his cell phone. We could barely hear ourselves talk over his conversation. I tried to be patient but he wasn’t going away. After seven or eight minutes I asked him politely to move it along. He said okay, but he kept at it right in front of the door. He didn’t move at all. My blood started to boil. The kid had some nerve. I asked him again but this time I wasn’t so nice. The kid started to back-sass me. He said I should just close the door. Then he said to call the police. I lost my temper. I called him a few names and said that he should just move it along, that he was a nuisance. He finally got the hint and walked away.

I felt bad afterwards. It's no way to live I tell you. It's no way to live.  

Die Peacefully

            I posted a couple of acoustic versions of songs I'm working onto Bandcamp and Soundcloud, respectively, under the name The Glen Livers. They're works in progress and it's always interesting to listen to works in progress.
           I've been learning songs. It's crazy to learn so many at once. I hope I can pull this off. Fifty to sixty songs is a lot for my pea brain. All the grass I smoked in high school is catching up with me. My head hurts from the activity.
           I saw the family yesterday for Easter. It was a reminder of how short life is. You best do what you want,  because it will be over before you know it. It's sad when you think about it. I thought about being old for the first time yesterday. I hope someone will come to my rescue when I'm too old to help myself. I'm not sure I'd want to be kept alive by doctors. It's selfish to be a burden. I think I'd rather stop eating and die peacefully.