More so at this particular moment, because I'm drunk. Something I don't do too often these days.
Alert readers will recall my diatribes about my reasons for not drinking. Why I've opted to go in for the dum-dum juice as of late is as much of a mystery to you as it is to me.
Of course, I've drunk since that one time I told you I'd sworn off it forever and was joining AA. But I've always gone back off of it. So that's where I'm at now. Drinking every couple of months for a few weeks, then swearing off of it again.
No, that's wrong. Actually, where I'm at right now--at this exact moment in time--is downloading old hip-hop albums from the 90s. Tonight was R. Kelly and Notorious B.I.G.
Am I supposed to care that R. Kelly is a child molester? Damn Gina, where are my scruples? Nowhere to be found. I also didn't give entirely too much of a shit when Michael Jackson was supposed to be raping little kids. I mean hello? Rock With You? I'm supposed to just forget about that or what? Come on. Get real. People drive Range Rovers without caring about polar bears, I shouldn't have to be villainized for listening to a bit of Jackson Five without guilt. Fuggedaboudit.
Anyhow.
Life is exciting.
Going to Seattle in a few weeks.
Moving house in a few weeks.
Listening to the Sex Me remix by the R.
Drankin a bit of ole Jim Beam.
Life could not be better than it is at this particular moment in time.
I should really write to you more often. The 'Stoph's guidance counselor advised him to drink three glasses of red wine, then sit down to write his Bachelorarbeit, then go back the next day and correct all the follies of alcohol consumption. The point is to prime the pump. Although the 'Stoph does not drink red wine. Forget it. He'll get there one way or the other.
I could be a famous drunk asshole. At least we'd be sure I'd get something written. Even if it was a bit crap and I was too proud to correct it the next day. (I did that with a book I wrote once. Two hundred and forty pages in, I'd get drunk, write twenty pages, go back the next day and have to delete them all. Drunken writing is fun but not quality.)
Hi, Mel.
2 comments:
I share the same R Kelly , Michael Jackson dilemma. Then I think about all those artists that have released hit who's sexual deviancy we know nothing about. You know back in the day when the Paps weren't hiding in bushes or selling their souls for sex tapes. I still listen to the R. Honey Love and Sex Me some of his best work and am I supposed to not listen to Aaliyah's first album because he worked on it. Not likely.
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