The best ever deathmetal band outta Denton

My hair curls up too much for convention on one side of my face while the other hangs straight, as if its  decided to represent differing parts of my genetic make-up. It is yet to be seen how business will go today, so I’m writing this behind the bar. I’m feeling nostalgic and thinking about my cousin with her, long straight blonde hairs, always dyed an extraordinary colour ( long before galaxy hair entered the pop-culture zeitgeist) and the tattoos of gentle things up and down her arms and chest. I wonder if she ever got a “bake cake” knuckle tattoo, but all my Instagram stalking won’t reveal that, TBH.

We didn’t make good friends after childhood. We didn’t make good friends as children. Family forced us together, and as adults it  was me who forced us apart.

I still love you ,Jasmine, and when I find your name on those stupid name-license-plates, laughter comes up.

Also and more aggressively present in my mind is   that it’s been 4 years since the man who taught me about Bukowski, made me love Radiohead and forced me (against my will, sometimes) to love myself passed. Memories come up out of nowhere and beat the dust off forgotten parts of my soul every year, about a month before this date. I feel dread when the radio plays, and a thousand little things that’d mean nothing to anyone else rip at me. My worry sometimes is that I’d turned the man the may have been one of the most militant of Atheists into an Idol in my one mind, some sort of Sacred Sad Boy.  He left a Tribe of us sad kids behind, missing him and (in my case) consumed with the fear that we could’ve stopped something, but did not.

I hope he was wrong sometimes, about everything ending in nothing.

(we all hope for what we need)

I hope he’s somewhere happily scattered around the universe so that he can see that when lights explode in the American night sky in the beginning of the summer heat, His tribe (all scattered ) look up , and see him though all the smoke and dust and brilliance.

Happy July Fourth.

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Coffeeish

So, Nootropics. I’d started looking into them at the behest of a friend , sometime in 2015. I wasn’t confident in my ability to weed through the bullshit or snake-oil or Silicon Valley propaganda at the time. Recently, I decided “fuck it”, as in the past few months, my ability to hold one thing in my head at a time has just totally gone to shit. I wonder how much of that is my mental life being influenced by what I do for a living. I do a lot of multi-tasking, which I learnt early last year isn’t really a thing. Multi-tasking is really just jumping between a million programs in your head, not genuinely thinking about multiple tasks. I should and likely will talk to a therapist about more conventional treatments for ADD, but having been on  Adderall before, I know it wrecks my adrenals so I’m going to try stacking the fuck out of some nootropics first. I started a regimen today.    In case you were wondering, while writing this, I’ve made a note to have new mop ordered for the kitchen, got side-tracked by Gigi Hadid’s jaw-structure, went down a rabbit-hole about grammar because of a Facebook post(so I also looked at FB) and told Alvin he was “the king of my pants”. He is. but CLEARLY I CANNOT FOCUS.

Thoughts? suggestions on nootropics?

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