Saturday, October 06, 2001

Marc

I'm debating as to whether or not last night actually happened. It all seems a little surreal from my desk in my bedroom. I did have blood on my knuckles when I woke up this morning ... so maybe that's a sign. Who knows? I decided to go to Best Buy and calm myself down. Picked up (1) "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye (2) "Darkness on the Edge of Town" by Bruce Springsteen and (3) "White Ladder" by David Gray - the most recent artist that I've said I disliked, only to buy the album months later. I'm a fucking idiot ... and that's ... okay.

Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamp - Public Enemy's "Fight the Power". I need to go through the bargain/used bins in Kankakee and find all the Public Enemy albums that I sold my sophomore year of high school. I know that somewhere, some little kid picked up a $2 copy of "The Empire Strikes Black", a $.50 copy of "Fear of a Black Planet", and a $3 version of "It Takes a Nation of Millions To Hold Us..." - and he loves them all. Why did I sell them? Chalk it up to being afraid of not being "cool enough". A founded fear back in those days ... me being a pussy and all, afraid of whether or not I was "punk" enough for the people that I didn't hang out with. For some reason, though, I never sold Boyz II Men's "Cooleyhighharmony". Probably because of "It's So Hard To Say Goodbye". Beautiful song.

Off to pay bills and clean the room, and swab the wounded spirit.