Bob Dylan about Joni Mitchell.
I think that’s an important thing for a man, to “feel safe when his woman drives”. Sorry, gang, for the abundance of Leonard Cohen/Bob Dylan/Joni Mitchell lately. In this big crossing world of ours, without parents, religion, or heroes, we all need to find replacements for those to guide us.
My good friend Alicia just sent me this message on facebook. I probably shouldn’t share it.
“Ok, so I have a story that I forgot to tell you about earlier this week.
So on saturday I went to a campfire at Becca’s* house, and we started talking about you. Becca and Karla started remembering all these stories from grade nine, and Karla was like, the main thing I remember about Elliot is one time in science class he was just sitting there all quietly in the corner for like the whole time and then suddenly he stood up and was like “I can’t see” and then started walking around and kept saying “I can’t see. Oh my god. I can’t see anything.” And then you left the room or something.
It made me laugh really hard.”
Baby’s First Panic Attack. It’s weird to think about, that this event happened about 5 years ago, and yet it doesn’t feel that long ago at all. Oh, the legacies we leave behind…
*Note For Jacob/Robert: The Joose
“I waited half my life for you, you know. I never thought that you’d accept. And here you are before me in the flesh saying “Yes, yes, yes!” But do I have to dance all night?”
from Heck of a Guy
