Let Us Give Thanks And Remember 13 comments

Posted by grampa in the real shit (Thursday November 22, 2007 at 3:53 pm)

Today is traditionally a day when we are supposed to give thanks for all of the bounty and joy in our lives.  And it’s been a very good year for many of us.  So, enjoy, everyone and appreciate the love and good fortune that have come into your lives and remember, nothing worth having is easy to get and it’s even harder to keep.

However, not everyone is as lucky as many of us.  Many of those who were with us even five or ten years ago have succumbed, for whatever reason, and are no longer here to enjoy this day of gratitude.

This morning I got an email from my dear childhood friend Invincible.  He broke the word to me that a member of that once mighty group known as the Pennsylvania Wrecking Crew to some and the Lysergic Terrorists to others, has passed on.  Back then we truly thought that we were invincible, ten feet tall and bulletproof, but I am living proof that we are not.  So is Steve, who is with us no more.  I wish that I could say that he was the only one of us who is no longer here, but the sad fact is that we have lost many good brothers and sisters in the intervening years.  I hadn’t spoken to him in a long time, but I’m sure that the world is a bit darker for his passing.

Bow your heads, my friends, in a moment of silence for the man we once affectionately referred to as Lardass.  He was found dead in his apartment last night.  I have no further details, but I know that he was a couple of years younger than me, so that makes him dead at 33.

On this day of gratitude, let us not forget those that have gone before us.  Let us bring them back into our lives, if only for a moment, and remember them and wish them well on the long journey to I know not where. 

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The Hypocrites, the Self Righteous And The Bastards (Literally) 3 comments

Posted by grampa in history lesson,I am full of love (Monday November 19, 2007 at 8:53 pm)

And the hits just keep on comin’:

First, way back when, it was Jimmy Swaggart, then Jim Bakker busted a nut all over Jessica Hahn and lost the keys to the kingdom, then Oral Roberts saw a 900 foot Jesus in Tulsa Oklahoma, then Ted Haggard is busted snorting meth off the ass of a seventeen year old boy, then Oral Roberts’ son is busted for stealing money from 900 Foot Jesus University.  Now this.

Man, I don’t know about you, but it causes me to have great faith in Jesus the Miracle Caterer.

(Some of these links may not be safe for work.  Unless you work in a church, then you’re cool).

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I’m Back In the Saddle Again 5 comments

Posted by grampa in dating,I am full of love,random shit (Sunday November 18, 2007 at 11:59 pm)

Today has just been a wonderful day.  I cleaned my house, went to Kona to Walmart and CostCo, got my full workout in, made chicken fajitas and just had a wonderful conversation with a new little brown girl.

Oh, and I saw the greatest bumper sticker EVER:

Jesus Loves You.
Everyone Else Thinks You’re an Asshole

Goodnight Jesus (and everyone really does think you’re an asshole).

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And Somewhere a Mullet is Vindicated 5 comments

Posted by grampa in random shit (Friday November 16, 2007 at 11:08 pm)

Right, so I just got back from the little store up the street from my house.  I’d like to tell you that I didn’t buy a pack of smokes, but that would be a lie.  I’ve been trying to cut back, cause my room mate moved out, and the bills are killing me.  Anyway, I bought some smokes, but that’s not the story.

The story is that when I walked into the little store, Dio was playing on the speaker system.  And it was loud.  I was all like, “Dio! Holy fuck, it’s all like 1987 up in here.”

Now, I should mention that the little town that I live in, Honoka’a, is not really a Dio kind a town.  I mean, this is an old sugar plantation town, more apt to have cowboys or paniolos, as they are known around here, than metalheads.  And, in my vast, worldly experience, I’ve not known too many cowboys who rock the Dio.

Anyway, I’m all like “Dio! Holy fuck, it’s all like 1987 up in here.” And, here’s the kicker, the guy at the counter, a customer, who was buying toilet paper and beer, was like, “Yeah, I love me some Dio.  Have you seen that movie The Pick of Destiny?  He’s in it and it fuck’n rocks!” (I’m paraphrasing here)

So dude and I get into a conversation about the greatness that is Ronnie James Dio and a memory swims up from the murky depths of my psyche and I say, “Dude, I remember this concert that I saw at the Nautica Stage in Cleveland. Man, I don’t even remember who was president then, but I’m thinking it was Bush the Elder.  It was Dio, Yngwie Malmsteen and Danzig.”

He was like, “I bet that was a great show.”  To which I replied, “Yeah, that’s what they tell me.”  Cause, let’s face it, kids, not only was that like 1989 or something, but there is a strong suspicion that I may have been chemically altered.

Shocking, I KNOW. 

Still, it coulda been possible.

Anyway, that’s the end.  He left, I got my smokes, got in my car, keyed up Rainbow in the Dark on my I-pod and rolled down the road.

But, still, it’s nice to know that it’s not all Paniolos and hiphop chicks around here.  There’s still a couple of old school bros that worship at the alter of darkness and rock out with Ronnie.

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You know here in the worst I will become the best of them all 8 comments

Posted by grampa in the real shit (Tuesday November 13, 2007 at 1:55 pm)

I’ve been gone a long time, I know this.  To borrow the words from the last poem that my father ever wrote, there was a time that I thought “the muse was dead and the mermaids had stopped their singing.” 

I was wrong.  I’ve been writing a lot, lately, just not here.  I’ve had to work through some very painful personal issues and I just wasn’t ready to share them.  It’s been a long time since I sat down with a note pad and wrote the ink out of a new pen, but I’ve done that several times in the past few weeks.

Perhaps it is because my hard-drive crashed a couple of months back and I lost everything that I had written in the last 3.5 years, save for a few scraps that I had the foresight to print.  Perhaps when dealing with personal things, I need the feel of the paper, the drag of the pen, to truly allow my thoughts to come forth.  I think, though, that it is because when I have this handwritten thing in front of me, the hundreds of pages crammed with my words, I can feel the tangibility of my life, my past, and know that it was all worth something, if only to me.

There was a time that I felt nothing.  There was a time when the only feelings that I had came from something I crammed into my veins.  I have the ability to turn it all off and become cold and empty, almost at will.  But I cannot allow myself to do that today.   Today I have to feel my feelings, whether I like them or not.  The way I see it, if I shut off my feelings and shut out the world, I might as well be using again.  And if I’m using again, I might as well be dead.

I’m coming out of a great darkness, the kind of darkness that follows staring at a brilliant light.  A sorrow that only has meaning when contemplated next to the immeasurable joy that preceded it.  Perhaps I did fly too close to the sun and I should have known better.  The fall from the heights nearly broke me.  But I’m not sorry.  I emerge from this a better man and, though it took me a few moments to regain my wings, I’ll be soaring back towards the sun in no time.

Thank you for your kind words, father.  Our conversation helped me more than you’ll ever know.  While for you the Muse is dead, know that she lives on within your son.  She is out there on the horizon, beckoning me onward.  I know not where she’ll lead, but I once again have the will to carry on.

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