I think I know him a little bit. I’ve heard not just his voice but also his words. It’s difficult for me to believe that one who writes the words he does can be a “jerk” as he called himself when I saw him on Saturday. I cannot see a jerk in his lyrics. I cannot hear a jerk in his voice.
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I must have looked an absolute mess pacing back and forth wringing my hands and talking to myself, trying to convince myself that he would indeed be there soon even though he was already (“Excuse me, miss, but can you tell me the time?”) twenty minutes late. I must have looked an awful, absolute mess…
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For a short moment while he was not on stage, Gregory opted to stand in a protected corner near the ice box, claiming to want to “hide.” I asked his permission to stand with him, and then asked his permission to stand closer, and then asked his permission to stand so close that my back and butt were pressing against his flesh. He allowed this.
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I said “I know you’re real and I know your phone number
and every time I call I get your voicemail…”
I think I didn’t want to see him. I think if I knew he was coming I might not have gone. And that would have been a shame because it was a great fucking jam session. Better than last time. Much better.
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…my initial reaction was to pretend to be happy for him while snickering to myself that his new girlfriend is by no means going to solve all of his mental issues and that in a few months or a few years he’ll be right back where he was where I found him: drinking whiskey like a fish in st. nick’s pub while looking for a woman to court and spark.
...read more hereSo I’ve stolen thebipolardiva’s idea of stealing ideas from the hollands… which makes me twice a theif. I don’t give a fuck though… as long as nobody calls the blog police.
So here goes…
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when I started this blog I had just moved to canarsie to get the hell away from him. My reasons for liking him had dried up and were replaced by reasons for hating him. No, I’m not that fickle; he is. He had stopped being himself. And now he’s taking care of me while I’m sick.
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