I wrote about you, KK.
I got a tattoo with Jake and Schlomo last week. While we were there we got into a lively debate with some employees about nudity in public.
At one point I was lectured by a hipster fuckface about volume and tone.
In the days of the parlor debate would get lively and LOUD. People didn't whine like pussies about hurt feelings as a result, they talked louder and with more vigor to make their own point heard. At the end, maybe minds were changed, maybe they were not but, nobody cried about hurt feelings and, friendships were forged in fire.
Speaking of KK, I am going through a bit of a Brasstracks renaissance. I have been playing them a lot the last couple of days and I really am enjoying them.
Since we're talking about KK (this is her fucking dream post) let me tell you about her.
She has one of those HUGE personalities. She seems to be always on, you know? And if you're a simpleton you will miss the layers underneath it all.
She's not frail but, she is sensitive; she feels with the whole of her.
If she sees you have a need a ride, she will hand you the keys to her car.
She has seen me in pieces and at my worst and has done her damndest to hold me together.
She will not hesitate to tell me to shut the hell up so she can
I didn't realize how much I matter to her. Now that it has hit me, well, I really feel like I am getting the better end of the deal.
If you pay attention, and really let her in, you will find yourself thinking, I want this person to like me.
And there's the rub. She spent so much time wanting to matter to me that she's ended up becoming one of the most important people in my life.
Mind you, she's reading this right now thinking, you love everyone, Rudy.
Maybe, Katee. Let's say you're right. Let's say I love everybody.
I love you more than almost all of them.
I will always have your back.
You earned that.