my hell’s wind staff
message from Mar:
Did you know Mom accidentally tasered herself yesterday when trying to
hear what music her 7 year old student listens to on, what she thought
was, his Ipod?I can’t make this shit up. This kid, who was spending the
day in in-school suspsension was showing all the other kids some little
silver thing so Mom took it from him thinking it was “an Ipod or some
music player thing.” She pressed what she thought was play and shocked
herself. When asked what it felt like, she responded, “It felt like I
got out of the shower and put my finger in an electrical socket. I’ve
never done that, but thats what I imagine it feels like.” I proceeded
to laugh for about 10 minutes with tears in my eyes.
“burden in my hand” by Soundgarden. this song is like the mediocre death knell of grunge music. it’s from their last album, which was Soundgarden going through the motions, and the video they made for it, as such, is totally fucking lame.
but no, really. I have a story for this song. I bought this album at the pawn shop on Lincolnway in Valpo when I was about thirteen. it was between the liquor store and comic book shop going toward Laporte Ave. probably still there. and it was like any other pawn shop you’ve ever walked into, which is awesome. pawn shops are interesting places. I mean, ok, name another place where you can haggle over the price of a crossbow … with some guy in his fifties wearing a track suit jacket and aviator sunglasses behind a counter. where everything smells like BO and cigarette smoke.
so this is where I bought the album that “burden in my hand” is on. I don’t remember what it’s actually called, but as soon as I got it the esteemed Neil Evans wanted to take it off my hands. he really wanted the new Soundgarden album, and I’m sure he had his reasons, so I traded with him. I got Blood Sugar Sex Magik out of Neil’s 8th grade lapse into stupidity. and actually, it’s the only Red Hot Chili Peppers album I’ve ever owned.
but god knows whatever happened to that. I lose half of the albums I’ve owned. I think of my record collection as an animal that sheds.
and what begins with Mar, ends with Mar. she alerted me to this today: 1 in 100 U.S. adults behind bars ,new study says. that’s a bad number.
i had a dream this morning that i married warren buffet. he said that he would only marry a millionaire, he really wanted me to marry him, so the condition was that upon agreeing to, i would receive a million dollars and thus he could marry a millionare. the proposal was in front of a gym full of people (i was dressed in regular clothes not a dress and there was nothing sexual about this dream – fuck you smith) and rodney gave me a very expensive present because he was happy for me. my parents were happy too. i woke up to alexandria asking me for a glass of water, and as i drowsily got it i thought to myself: maybe i wou- eh, noooo.
i remember ashley your old roommate in bloomington, i was over at your house once, and she said that she wouldn’t do something for a million dollars. it wasn’t even that big of a deal, but she said that the point was doing something that you don’t want to do for money takes away your dignity and makes you someone’s whore. i always remembered that from ol’ ashley for some reason.