Inspired by the Crazy One
Show you my praise by becoming a bad writer? Um…doesn’t the Godfather of Blog see what he’s brought together? Or are we just a collection of people with habits born of something like Bad Behavior? This thing people call ‘writing’ is becoming a mental addiction. Now, I’m understanding what Maddox was getting at.
But how can I say this? The only metal that has pierced the skin of this fool has only been bent on extraction.
Methadone, someone said over coals of a fire, methadone is not a step down from anything. You want to hear truth? It’s a step up. It turns that of little value into pure gold…for mortal fools who know the street value of doing more with less. At, least, that’s kind of what he apparently said, this guy:
At least that is one of the threads that was woven into the tapestry of our evening’s conversation while talking about life on the rock. Not that California is a bad place to go back to, it’s just that, yeah, times have changed and the slower pace of this place is kind of nice.
Being here, in Japan, you meet a lot of different people…kind of like anywhere else. And kind of different. We enjoyed being able to just talk in what seemed to be an amazingly rare environment where we could just be honest without having to feel like having to watch our backs. Honest about people, honest about life, and honest about being honest. When it seems like everyone is trying to hustle, it kind of just kills the mood.
And the idea of getting schooled came up. He'd actually mentioned it first and how it relates to honesty. Part of the thing about living here is that folks seem to have this overwhelming way of being so over-bearingly polite that it's sometimes real difficult just to get an honest answer, even if we don't like what we hear. This is a conversation that took place just two nights before reading something about a
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To survive long-term without letting it mess you up too bad, honesty is a good policy. Admittedly, I've blown up a few times, but I'm learning how to just come out and say it like it is.
Later that night, we put the rest of these homemade sausages on the grill and washed them down with a few more beers.
Last weekend wasn't too different, but it kind of got off to a rough start waking up on a park bench at four in the morning. Fortunately, someone had left a bottle of red on the table for the needed ballast on the walk home. Yeah, it was all good.