My Poor Brain - Foo Fighters

I've been surrounded by Death a whole Hell of a lot lately, and it kind of disturbs me. Yeah, I know I'm the Old Guy and all that but man, in every aspect of my Life as of late I've been confronted by the realities of Death, and it just fucking sucks. Friends, Family, ex-band members, casual acquaintances, you name it, I've had people pass away left and right, and none of them in a nice, peaceful way, which is weird. Granted, some of them were no Angels and lived a Life that dictates if you play, you pay, and to not do the Crime if you can't do the Time, but still, I knew them all, some better than others, and it's kind of weird knowing that they're not gonna be there anymore to hang out with or receive random drunken texts messages from at 3 in the morning. Fuck. It's not like I haven't dealt with all this shit before, but man, all this shit happening these past few weeks has me tripping out big time. Mortality. It fucking sucks and it has me in a bad place.

Which is why something like this couldn't come along at a better time. I need to go Home. I need Cleansing. I need to reconnect with the very essence of my being. I need to be reminded of just how wonderful my Family on the Rez is and how much they still think I'm a weirdo. I didn't make it out there last year because my rental car blew up on the way down there, but that is not gonna happen this year. Nope. There's no fires in CA. blocking off the freeways this time. I will make it there. I don't give a fuck if I have to take a taxi from wherever my car breaks down from, because I'll do it - I'm stupid like that. So yeah, it's a Labor Day tradition for me, and there's a whole lotta stuff going on this weekend (Freddie McGregor... Rattus... FUCK!!!!) but I gotta get out of this place. I gotta get Home. See ya when I get back. :-)

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