It’s my birthday again (August 9th) and something’s different this time. I’m just pumped in a bizarre new way. It started a few days ago, and I wouldn’t embarrass myself like this if it weren’t true. There’s powerful good medicine in the air. Like fear took a vacation. Like I’ve been granted grace to not react to the usual crap. Like I can steer this thing. Like everything is fine! Do you realize what this means?! Who cares, I’m rolling with it.
I’ve been listening to a lot of rock & roll lately. All kinds of stuff. (I’ve been around and know some shit. I am not my father’s Oldsmobile.) Rock & roll is good for you! I pity anyone who’s never felt that devil music rush. And speaking of devils, here are the Tall Boys playing “Final Kick.” It’s a song about SUICIDE! I love it!
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We’re going to the mountains tomorrow—Jemez Springs—on a route that’ll take us by Los Alamos. I was born on the day we nuked Nagasaki. Guess where they built the bomb? Full circle, kids! Happy Birthday to all my Leo friends, too. I don’t know any other sign that makes such a fuss over being born or deserves to more. 🙂
Enjoy the rainbow. I shot that yesterday evening.