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Zook! Is one of those tickets for me? I'm so confused. Help. Email, immediately. Smooches.
Just got back from a relaxing evening of conversation with the Pike & Miss Ang. It's official now, Pike leaves on January 23rd for Fort Sill, OK. On one hand, "Boo". On the other hand, "Go get 'em, bitch". My lifelong friend joining the army ... Such a strange thing to think about. It still hasn't sunk in that he's actually going to do it, and leave, and be that guy that joins the army and what not. Still love him. Still hope that he doesn't get a piece of shrapnel in his ass, or cyanide in his system, or have foreigners in strange countries surrendering to him. None of that please. Just an easy three years so my boy can come back and be a successful photographer and take the promo shots for all the novels that I'm going to write during my summer's off from teaching (or at least the one, terrible book that I'll manage to squeeze out before I have thirteen million children). I'll probably name one of them Pike, in tribute of course.
I work tomorrow morning at 8am in Wayne, Illinois. Does anyone know where the fuck that is? I have no idea. With my luck, I'll probably be on the can for the majority of the day ... reeling from the gargantuan amounts of turkey and stuffing and mashed taters that I had on Genocide Day. Kind of sick that we celebrate like this, but I'm game for free food and a chance to chill with the family.
My grandpa told me that I was "a dissapointment" because I didn't know how to play (1) a bossa nova song (2) any kind of jazz, & (3) the piano. The bossa nova can kiss my ass, for now. I'd love to learn to be a jazz guitarist, but I have to face the facts - I'm just not that talented, yet. And I know how to play smatterings of the piano, including but not limited to (a) the theme song for the beginning of Forrest Gump (b) the first minute and a half of "Don't Let the Sun Go Down On Me" by Elton John (c) the first part of "Fur Elise" by Beethoven (d) the theme song from those horrible Halloween movies (e) this terrible song that I wrote on my keyboard (f) smatterings of "Imagine" by John Lennon (g) the first thirty seconds of "Moonlight Sonata" by Mozart, and (h) "Silent Night", which is kind of funny because it's an ultra-religious Christmas song, and you all may know that I'm not the biggest fan of Jesus, but I still guarantee that I'll play it on Christmas Eve when we're sitting around the living room waiting for my dad to read Twas the Night Before Christmas to us. That's right. He still reads it though his four children range in age from 22, 20, 18, to 14. Kind of cute, right?
I thought so.
Don't want to make my grandpa sound like an ass, cause he's not. He's definitely in my Top 10 for favorite people ... ever. He's been playing in Dixieland and jazz bands/combos since the 1930's. Even opened up a couple times for Bob Hope on those USO tours during WWII. Can't beat that for life experience, I wouldn't think. Unless you were a double agent for the British via the Nazi's but really working for the British. Make any sense? Don't worry, I don't understand it either.
Zook! Is one of those tickets for me? I'm so confused. Help. Email, immediately. Smooches.
Just got back from a relaxing evening of conversation with the Pike & Miss Ang. It's official now, Pike leaves on January 23rd for Fort Sill, OK. On one hand, "Boo". On the other hand, "Go get 'em, bitch". My lifelong friend joining the army ... Such a strange thing to think about. It still hasn't sunk in that he's actually going to do it, and leave, and be that guy that joins the army and what not. Still love him. Still hope that he doesn't get a piece of shrapnel in his ass, or cyanide in his system, or have foreigners in strange countries surrendering to him. None of that please. Just an easy three years so my boy can come back and be a successful photographer and take the promo shots for all the novels that I'm going to write during my summer's off from teaching (or at least the one, terrible book that I'll manage to squeeze out before I have thirteen million children). I'll probably name one of them Pike, in tribute of course.
I work tomorrow morning at 8am in Wayne, Illinois. Does anyone know where the fuck that is? I have no idea. With my luck, I'll probably be on the can for the majority of the day ... reeling from the gargantuan amounts of turkey and stuffing and mashed taters that I had on Genocide Day. Kind of sick that we celebrate like this, but I'm game for free food and a chance to chill with the family.
My grandpa told me that I was "a dissapointment" because I didn't know how to play (1) a bossa nova song (2) any kind of jazz, & (3) the piano. The bossa nova can kiss my ass, for now. I'd love to learn to be a jazz guitarist, but I have to face the facts - I'm just not that talented, yet. And I know how to play smatterings of the piano, including but not limited to (a) the theme song for the beginning of Forrest Gump (b) the first minute and a half of "Don't Let the Sun Go Down On Me" by Elton John (c) the first part of "Fur Elise" by Beethoven (d) the theme song from those horrible Halloween movies (e) this terrible song that I wrote on my keyboard (f) smatterings of "Imagine" by John Lennon (g) the first thirty seconds of "Moonlight Sonata" by Mozart, and (h) "Silent Night", which is kind of funny because it's an ultra-religious Christmas song, and you all may know that I'm not the biggest fan of Jesus, but I still guarantee that I'll play it on Christmas Eve when we're sitting around the living room waiting for my dad to read Twas the Night Before Christmas to us. That's right. He still reads it though his four children range in age from 22, 20, 18, to 14. Kind of cute, right?
I thought so.
Don't want to make my grandpa sound like an ass, cause he's not. He's definitely in my Top 10 for favorite people ... ever. He's been playing in Dixieland and jazz bands/combos since the 1930's. Even opened up a couple times for Bob Hope on those USO tours during WWII. Can't beat that for life experience, I wouldn't think. Unless you were a double agent for the British via the Nazi's but really working for the British. Make any sense? Don't worry, I don't understand it either.
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