Tears

I told Maya last night that I've only seen Adam cry in two circumstances: putting a pet to sleep and when I've thrown something in his general direction. That's the damn truth.

Van Morrison, "And it Stoned Me"

Half a mile from the county fair
And the rain came pourin' down
Me and Billy standin' there
With a silver half a crown

Hands are full of a fishin' rod
And the tackle on our backs
We just stood there gettin' wet
With our backs against the fence

Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Hope it don't rain all day

And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like Jelly Roll
And it stoned me
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like goin' home
And it stoned me

Then the rain let up and the sun came up
And we were gettin' dry
Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by
So we jumped right in and the driver grinned

And he dropped us up the road
Yeah, we looked at the swim and we jumped right in
Not to mention fishing poles

Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Let it run all over me

And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like Jelly Roll
And it stoned me
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like goin' home
And it stoned me

On the way back home we sang a song
But our throats were getting dry
Then we saw the man from across the road
With the sunshine in his eyes

Well he lived all alone in his own little home
With a great big gallon jar
There were bottles too, one for me and you
And he said Hey! There you are

Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Get it myself from the mountain stream

And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like Jelly Roll
And it stoned me
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like goin' home
And it stoned me

And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like Jelly Roll
And it stoned me
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like goin' home
And it stoned me

BEARDED LADY launch: Oct. 4!

I'll be in conversation with my good friend Marcus Banks, who is coming all the way from New York for this! Click here to learn more and to buy tickets ... details below. Would love to see you there!

The 411:

DATE: Tuesday, Oct. 4, 2022

TIME: 7 p.m.

WHO: Me and Marcus Banks

WHY? Because BEARDED LADY is launching! See you there!

Ten years ago, Isla Vista

 

A year ago

 

Song lyric for an early morning

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life

Today's writing

Jax shrugged, his demeanor returned to its typically mild way. I would almost have preferred a continuation of the shit-fit, an elongation of the anger. I could have handled that, maybe. The departure from his previous self proved jarring, but maybe I could have switched gears quickly. I don’t know because he just went back to who he was: someone who would never punch anything, animate or not.

 

What precipitates that? Where does that 180-degree twist come in? It must be something in the brain, some sort of flip of the switch, a flick, a flight of fancy. All I knew was that it scared the shit out of me. Like, serial-killer type of fear. I’d birthed him but still I didn’t understand what went on in that head. That’s because we were always two separate beings, even when connected. Close as two creatures can get and yet still – two. Not one. I am not he and he is not me and we were not destined to always be together. Something like that.

 

I should mention that he was a gorgeous kid. I mean, seriously. Amazing-looking. Bangs that fell to just above his eyes, which were wide and blue and expressive. Redhead. He got his coloring from somewhere deep in our lineages, but I couldn’t tell you where to save my life. Genetics were always beyond me, both conceptually and in execution. I only knew that we existed because someone placed us here, and that that being had some loose handle on design.