Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Come as you are...

I’m not gonna lie. Right now, my sleep schedule is totally fucked. It’s the exact opposite of where it needs to be. However, I can take some solace in the fact I have at least, eight more days away from the Agency. I will admit I am getting a little stir-crazy sitting around the house, healing the knee (which is coming along, thanks for asking) but I don’t miss my job all that much.


Lately, I have been filling my evening hours with:

watching movies
playing video games
reading blogs & books
attempting to write in my blog & otherwise
and building of my forearm muscles *wink wink*

All of these being worthwhile pursuits but, when one has a “limited window of consciousness” due to painkillers, well there is only so much a guy can do, right?

For Christmas I received the Live 8 concert on dvd. I haven’t watched the whole thing yet. Hell, I haven’t even made it through the first disc yet, but I was a little sad watching Sir Paul McCartney trying to crank out, Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Heart’s Club Band. It was good but it’s always tough to watch musicians you grew up with, start to fade away. The other day, W and I were getting a sandwich and Nirvana’s, “Smells like teen spirit” came on. A nice young lady, no older than 17 working behind the counter said, “Oh, I just love this song.” I smiled a little and took comfort in the fact there are still kids today who like the rock.

Everything thing was gravy until her young, co-worker turned up her nose and said, “Eww…who is this?” and without flinching, the first girl said, “The Offspring.” It was as if all the muscles in my neck suddenly disappeared and my head hung in shame. I let out a sigh and politely corrected her, “it’s Nirvana” I said. “Nah, I don’t think so mistah” she replies.

“Trust me” I said and gave her the one-eyed wink of wonder. The wink saying, “I’m older than dirt and when I was rocking out to this song, skipping classes at junior college, you weren’t even torturing your parents with the fucking purple dinosaur yet.”

I took my lunch and sat down. W and I ate in silence, partially due to hunger, partially bathing in the realization we’re not 19 anymore and Kurt’s still gone.

I hope you all are well.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That was depressing.