Child of the Moon
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(Wow, so I wrote an entire post, and my internet connection decided to just... stop working. And delete everything. So I'll try this fucker again...)
It's one of those Undercover/Dirty Work nights.
Along with a fuckload of brandy.
I know it's been a hell of along time since I was serious about posting here, my Stonesian bretheren and sisteren. I've been the prodigal son for so long... that's no way to get along! But shit, it's been over 10 years since I started posting here. And even more than that since I first hopped on to Keno's board. I've grown up many lifetimes since those heady days, my friends. Many of you remember me as a teeny little Stevie Child of the Moon, seemingly oblivious to the harsh realities of life. I can tell you now that I was living them even then, and have only faced down innumerable demons since then!
It's so strange to be in this kind of situation. You know, to feel like you can never truly be yourself, even after four-plus years of a serious relationship. Four years! Most people expected us to be married by this point. Truth be told, I kinda did, too. But to go through every day feeling like you can never really be the person you really are. I mean, I consider myself a fundimentally good person. I live out those Jesus-style beliefs, without giving in to that religious bullshit. I love my brother, I care for animals, I give money to the man on the street, et cetera. I just am who I am. I'm just a simple guitar player, who loves music, comic books, old video games, American history, and a lot of other shit. To constantly pretend that I am not that person is murder to the soul!
I know this is probably all out of nowhere for a lot of you. But you've gotta understand that, for years, I have considered many of you family that I have never met. Well, except for Brainbell Jangler, who is simply one of the coolest and classiest motherfuckers I have ever had the pleasure of meeting in person. Lawrence, I want you to thank you for letting me watch the Marquee '71 video before the Tacoma show, and I STILL have that crayon drawing your daughter made for me!
Ah, shit, what can a poor boy do? Perhaps this is reminiscent of the old “It's Friday Night” Maxlugar posts of yore. Oh, Maxy, I miss you! That motherfucker was the only guy I knew who loved Dirty Work as much as I do. I can only apologize in advance, as I enjoy som more brandy, dig some more cathartic Stonesmusic, and prepare myself to get up for work tomorrow, heading off to the pharmacy where I can dispense more codeine to help him to fix it.
Ladies and gentlemen...
I remain...
Stevie! Child of the motherfuckin' Moon!
Let's drink to the hard-working people
Let's drink to the lowly of birth
Raise yer glass to the good, NOT THE EVIL
Let's drink to the salt of the earth!
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