don't get me wrong. i'm real thankful i'm getting better and blah blah blah. thank you for asking. however i wrote my heart out to sharon osbourne only to receive a weak ass stamped signature (but kinda cool) glossy of ozzy and a super weak promotional postcard for his new cd. like i was seeking an autograph and not sharing the hardest parts of my life. i think i felt better when i was ignored.
HARLEM have proved themselves a couple of bimbos for sure. i've tried to get in touch with my old pal curtis 5 times since max was born. they visited in december when everything was so scary. but i don't want to be remembered when it's scary because i'm sick. i wanna be remembered because we mixed tequila in our blood and cut our hair and wore white pants and slept around and loved music. and there's a new wolf cub in our hometown. i thought you might care.
i wanna be on front pages. i wanna be back on stages. but not because i'm pitiful and not even because i'm strong. because of what i create and say. not because of some weak ass cancer.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
This is a beautiful and honest post, I love it. I didn't respond before because I was too shy but after the nice comment you left me on my blog, I will say: If you ever want to do a radio show, just lemme know. If you want a space to create and say anything you want that has nothing to do with sick or strong, seriously. Anytime. I can even pick you up :)
ReplyDeleteLove,
Smog
p.s. I left other comments for you on my blog toooo ;P
Sounds like the beginning of a most excellent song
ReplyDelete