Into You Like a Train
Published 05-13-2009 on my old wordpress blog.

I wonder if I could make a post just using song lyrics, song titles, and record titles…

My tattoos itch so much it is ridiculous. I hate this part. Like I want the itching to end, but the only option is to wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait. You try not to think about it. The worst thing you could do is actually itch them and ruin the hundreds of dollars worth of ink. So you try slapping them and that works for a second and then a little bit later they itch twice as much. You scratch the hell out of the surrounding area but it does no good at all. So infuriating. I wish I could just choose to ignore it.

There’s a metaphor in there somewhere, but I can’t sleep and it’s too late at night and I don’t want to think about it anymore because I’m tired of “I don’t know.” I feel like singing that pop song from the 80s, except I can’t remember the exact words. At any rate, it’s spring and it’s time to clean things out and renew everything.

Unfortunately, the sustain pedal on my Rhodes just broke. Now I have to punch something. Or finally watch that repair video I bought and repair it. Probably the latter. I’m not going to sweat the little things so much anymore, because all the big things are totally screwed and require my attention.

I’ve been consulting with experts recently and they all like the ideas I have about my future and the decisions I have to make about my past. Then again, they liked all the other ideas too. I need friends that are assholes and that know both sides of the story. Ah, it’s not like I have a choice anyways. I guess I do: be normal or be crazy.

I know what I need: a show. Thursday will be awesome!

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Keywords: metaphor, rhodes, spring, tattoos

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