Monday, March 6, 2017

Just another human being

I often can tell what kind of day it is going to be by what song I wake up singing in my head.

For example, I woke up singing Just Breathe so, I expect today will be a more serious, introspective day.

Then I got online and was reminded that my friend Terry died almost two years ago today. Just before I left to get on a boat as I am about to do again.

Nothing you would take
Everything you gave

I first heard Just Breathe sometime after my dad died. That one line stopped me in my tracks. Nothing I've ever heard captured the way the old man loved me the way that line did. And for so much of my life with him, I missed that.

Or maybe, I just feel like no matter how much I tried to remind him of how much he meant to me I always felt like I could never quite express it with the same magnitude I felt it.

Remember when you were a kid and you would practice your Oscar acceptance speech in the shower?

Was that just me? Oh.

Anyway, I was going to write/direct/star in the greatest movie ever made. I think I was even going to score it  and edit and even gaff it (whatever that means).

In my practice speech I would thank all the obligatory sorts John Moschitta style, then slow waaayyyy down. Then I would thank the old man in some teary eyed way that would leave the press in an emotional puddle. I'd end my speech by looking for the old man in the crowd and telling him, this is going home with you.

The camera would pan to him and he'd be in tears and then back to me and I'd be almost in tears, half smiling because I know I am going to get so laid tonight.

Then the speech would end and I would fast-forward to visiting the old man and discover the fucker is using my Oscar as a door stop.

Yeah, it's an introspective type day.

Titty sprinkles!