Driving around listening to hellhammer sobbing uncontrollably nothing new I am always angry always getting worked up over some first world inconvenience it's nothing out of the ordinary I have a burning in my mind and my hand is swollen from some idiotic stunt the night before I was the drunkest man in harris county im willing to bet. trying to tear down a house venue that we were playing at Hangover anxiety, panic, strain of mind bags under my eyes, sweating sweating.... I pulled into the corner store just a cliche' and his bad habits stormtrooper of gentrification a testament to wasted potential but maybe something deeper maybe a sense of irony about it all and a stiff upper lip to the contridictions maybe not today, though The next day.....
I had this friend back in the joint name was Jose, we would laugh at the same dumb shit on TV He'd work out with me sometimes and he'd draw cool things to send to my girl every now and then he would workout with me I was reading a poem I'd written in the joint 10 years ago what an irreverent, cocksure little bastard I was talking about the crimes I'd commited pretending to be raskolnikov because I'd involved myself with low life criminals and gotten a few calenders heh I was a real outlaw henry rollins real wanna-be "sad clown" type of motherfucker I'd really thought I'd set myself apart from these other inner city punks, greasers, skinheads, fringey artists bookish communist protesters, dark dive bars with no water in the bathroom hipster coffee shops, graffiti kids and their anonymous instagram profiles rockers, road warriors, impotent radiohead fans, users, abusers, rave kids, some absolute vulture-like humans who don't even deserve a burial marker some goth kids at numbers, some bikers at lola's no... I really thought I was an Island for some time but we all remember what andre 3000 said "a peninsula, maybe" maybe, maybe were a just a bunch of greasy lowlives who managed to both escape the fates of our fathers and the ever growing shadow of disease and death that covers this world nope It's not 2009 anymore we are without the shine and hardness of youth and without the grace of old age just some weirdos out here on our peninsula... maybe
The Night Watch 