November 2002 rediagnosed with a recurring tumor I am going to bring you through the whole fun thing
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Brain Tumor History And Other Rants
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Saturday, September 06, 2003
There was this dog once. She was a little crazy mutt. Half Beagle, half Dalmation, she had several names and answered to them all. Patches, Little Girl, Little G to name a few and then I made up others as we went along. She was a quiet mutt, but always spoke her mind and barked. I remember when I used to travel and come home late at night. The best time was when I would come home and open the door and there she would be and she would jump up on me. We are talking all of 35 pounds so it was cute she didn’t knock you over. She was the boss dog of the house. Chased the cats at will she had no time for them. Even when we got a puppy, she ran his life at all times. Her passion in life simply put food. 2 classic moments in Brooklyn when I walked her; one day she picked up a whole slice of pizza in her mouth and turned to me, another time a whole bagel with cream cheese. Try cleaning that up while you walk home without a napkin. Patches was a kick ass little mutt. She would bark from her dog bed whenever she heard something. Keep in mind she would not get up, she would defend her house laying down and barking laying down. That’s what she had the dumb puppy for, he checked all the windows for her. This dog actually smiled, ever see a dog smile? Patches passed away about a month ago. The big C got her. We will always miss that little mutt. This is why pets are so hard to keep. They never hurt anyone, just love, and they are taken from us so fast sometimes…
I know this bar
With a jukebox full of medicine
And Christmas lights blinking
Around a clouded mirror
It’s not that far
From old voelkers bowling alley
Just go up there and turn right
It’s about three blocks from here
You’ll probably find Grace
Her shift starts around happy hour
She’s got this sweet face
Easy as tea leaves to read
You gotta know what to look for
You gotta know what’s there to find
But then I guess you don’t really know her
So nevermind
I used to hang out a lot around there
In that part of town
Where all the white kids
Still have feathered hair
I know this song
With this one really killer line
I don’t remember it exactly
But it slays me every time
It’s on the jukebox there
I know it’s number 55403
Go put that song on for me won’t you
And make Gracie think of me
Wouldn’t it be great to go to a bar like this, or better yet to own it. A really cool place killer jukebox, and you know the clients, the works. Get cheers out of your mind. Think the part about the Christmas lights around the clouded mirror. We have all been in that place, that you have never seen by the sunlight and never will. A pool table in the corner and all. Totally reminds me of a bar in New Orleans (OK anything can happen in New Orleans). I went to use the bathroom and theres this guy just finishing up doing number 1 and a guy standing over the sink. Keep in mind the set up, sink and toilet. So I naturally hesitate a moment the guy goes, all you man I am done. So lets update the story. There is me a toilet a guy with a razor a sink and oh yeah a mirror. So I get about my business, and in that awkward silence to keep the peace I said to the guy, “You know, women don’t realize what we go through to look good for them.” Did I mention he had no shaving cream? Bar stories, there are a million of them in the big city.
Music. Music is one of the simple pleasures in a big way. Not having my music collection would suck. I like having a library of stuff. A lot of the stuff I have only played once. Some stuff I have played the hell out of. There are those quintessential albums that you have to own. You all know them. They are few and far between not a bad song on the album. Usually they are the biggest of someone’s career. GNR Welcome to the Jungle, AC/DC Back In Black, Prince Purple Rain, NIN Pretty Hate Machine, Metallica Master of Puppets, Aerosmith Toys in the Attic, Beastie Boys Licensed to Ill, Cure Disintegration, Miles Davis Kind of Blue, Pink Floyd The Wall, There are quite a few, some over played granted. Must owns and then there is everything else I own. I get hung up on artists a lot of times and like collecting it all. Several artists I have their complete catalogs. When I was first home I tried to go CD by CD and list to everything starting in the A’s. I made it to the C’s and quite. I found myself forcing myself to listen to stuff I didn’t want to listen to at the time. I think my Attention Deficit Disorder got the best of me. I can’t stand still a lot of times and the project got old. I wanted to put on what I wanted to listen to when I wanted to listen to. That was a project born out of free time and boredom!
12:16 PM
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