Like always being "it" in a game of tag...

 

We haven't had a visit from Billy Nomates in a few...coincidentally made this GIF a while back...foreshadowing I guess or was it a harbinger (which I found out, when looking up the word, that it isn't always a negative thing...hmmm). Woke up in a bad mood this morning...I suppose that's what I get for going to bed in a bad one...ain't life grand? Wasn't there a pretty good flick called A Boy And His Dog, with none other than Don Johnson? That's myself and Mr. Pickles, although the dog doesn't die in my story, the fate of the boy is iffie, at best. 

Well, I sleep on the floor

Of a room, I just can't afford

For a job that I just don't want

'Cause I was born with a fork, not a spoon

And things fall through

Life is too expensive

Ah, don't get defensive

Or what do you want, blood?

I'm A-positive

Ah-huh

Well, I made a run for it once

But I just ended up back at square one

'Cause they could smell me from a mile away

And so I bowed out disgracefully

And now the only thing that keeps me goin'

Is the fact that, if I can't own nothing

Then nothing can own me

Nothing can own me

All I see is

Forgotten normal people, yeah, we ain't all born equal

Well, the burnin' world is ours

And I'm on fire

But I dance upon your deals

I dig my dirty heels

'Cause there's nothing in this world

That isn't mine

Well, I've tried every which way avenue

But I cannot, and I will not pay my way in

Some things are best left unscripted

I will not quietly exist over here

In a corner of society that they hope disappears

That has more soul than their tiny minds could handle

They have forgotten normal people are a force to remember

And what they haven't considered

Is how we hold everything together

Now they may have fucked with things beyond recognition

But you sit in that seat, and you start the ignition

'Cause this is your drive

This is our car

It's our life

This is who we are

Forgotten normal people

Yeah, we ain't all born equal

Well, the burning world is ours

And I'm on fire

But I dance upon your deals

I dig my dirty heels

'Cause there's nothing in this world

That isn't mine

Forgotten normal people

Yeah, we ain't all born equal

Well, the burning world is ours

And I'm on fire

But I dance upon your deals

I dig my dirty heels

'Cause there's nothing in this world

That isn't mine

Forgotten normal people

Forgotten normal people

Mr. Pickles and I were talking about my Son and Granddaughters the other day and he posited something very similar to the idea in the below meme...

I don't usually borrow from social media, but my pal @doomglossary, who I consider to be one of the wisest of many, posted this recently. I feel like the older I get, this is true!

The young punk talking about glue sniffing @ 33:44 always touched me when watching this flick...what a way to completely incinerate your brain. I've gotten high a lot of ways in all kinds of combinations, but glue sniffing or huffing gasoline never appealed to me.  My buddy Slam who I lived with 92-93 up in Kneeland, had this on VHS...must've watched it a hundred times (high, on god know what...I'm no better or worse than any glue sniffer). Sadly, it's live video, but what you hear is studio recordings...oh well, I guess you get the point.

The Courtesy Clerks is a local band for my old buddy Ed, there in southern Washington and he did me the courtesy of turning me onto them.

Check out my main man, Ed, bass-ing it up!

9 years = 222 views

Was thinking about the Zebras recently...thought you should too.

8 years = 84 views

Looks like they put on a pretty good live set too. Used to correspond with guitar player Vincent, virtually. His Secret Records has quite a catalog after 15 years, well worth your time to check out...