my first spring back in AK after the initial seattle debacle of 1998: listened to 'young person's guide to king crimson' excessively. it was a thrift-fhop cassette and, despite the abbreviated nature of much of the songs, a damn fine compilation. the days were getting longer. i would get off work and drive through the long sunlit rays, everything tinted gold, feeling attractive and optimistic. often inexplicably ended up at the cematery (sp?) in ocean view. it was a good vantage point for western exposure. i would read the tombstones, admire those with fresh bouquets, rearrange those that were disheveled and withered. fantasized about fucking there. when i would eventually leave, the pilgrimage back to my grotty lair in mountain view would often be punctuated by 'ladies of the road', so loud the car would vibrate, unless a caul of anger/melancholy required 'starless.'
or 'cat food.' thanks.
sometimes i would swipe my friend's bullmastiff, jake, an idiot puppy who was already over 100 pounds. most of the time he lived in a pen in their yard on hillside. his tail would be wagging before i ever got out of the car. i would take him to point woronzof. he was disinterested in birds and water, a good companion. i felt safe with him.
i cannot fathom how long ago that all really was. it seems like ten minutes.... today, on the other hand, dragged on in a blur of chocolate-vomiting dogs and neurotic owners and the unctuous smell of vietnamese food and the rude girl with the diaper-wearing pet rhesus monkey. i do not need to be back for two days. i am glad of this.
'one time' whilst walking the misty nighttime streets of amsterdam. 'easy money' on a winding road in north tacoma under wet autumn trees. 'b'boom' with drumsticks on the dashboard. buying 'islands' at the disgustingly astringent cd store in bellevue during a first date. that tattoo. that email. everything comes back, in a weird way, to this fucking band. perhaps this is the crux of my multiple laments, or my lurid dramas!
this is possibly the stupidest post i have ever scribed.
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