(Archive Post – March 6, 2017)
When I was young I rebelled against everything. I had this crazy longing to be a mix of Charles Bukowski, Tom Waits and Chris Whitley all rolled up into one. I moved to the city, developed a carefully crafted love affair with booze, women and debauchery. The tragically hip and middle class gangsters be damned.
The funny thing about time though, is that it never gives you warning that it’s moving on. When does a boy become a man? Honestly, I don’t know. For me, it just happened. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment. Hell, I can’t even remember a roundabout year. I just know that somewhere along the way I put away my childish things.. my misguided rebellion. My awkward morning after’s. My three-day drunks.
I’m amazed at how easy it is to romanticize. The powers that be.. and believe me they be many.. have taken root in our subconscious and sold us on an idea. Whether mainstream or counter-culture the ideas have been planted.. and we are trying so hard to become what it is they have convinced us we want to be. The living, breathing, corporate, abstract-performance-art-masterpiece that is humanity.
As this is only my second entry.. I know a lot of back story is missing.. and eventually it will all become clear. In time I hope to sum up my whole existence, nice and neat. But, for now I see the sun rising and I know that life is calling.