does anyone else my age think about their mortality? I’m not going to say I think about it all the time, but it comes up. Pierre left us not so long ago and I have not one, but two friends, my age, having dealt with cancer. twice. each. before the age of 34. I was with a dear friend’s parents when they had to identify her body and had my childhood pal wave a gun at the police and be taken down – at 16.
and more stories like those.
so yeah, sure – I think about it.
this wasn’t supposed to be dark, is it dark? I’m sorry – look at the photo again. see? light-hearted. fun. erm, sort of.
anyway, after spending yet another day at my little favorite place mentioned below [not Giza, shockingly - the one below that], I thought about how I’d like it to be when I move on.
and wouldn’t this just be a kick in the shin if this is my last post? kidding – again. laugh, please. I’ll post tomorrow so you can see.
anyway, here’s what I’d like – ’cause I don’t want a crappy goodbye.
someone make a list somewhere, and have people sign a little note for me on my next adventure.
then, after a month or so, take a look at the note.
and here’s all I ask:
whomever’s name is above yours on the list, you go and visit within one year.
isn’t that clever!
okay, so there’s that, and a few last requests:
that little street I wrote about in Cairo – I’d like Ryan to go there, order a sweet mint tea and have a few hookahs.
the pub closest to the ocean in Doolin should have Tim & Robin filled with Jameson.
and my favorite German beerhouse in Williamsburg, NY is where Scott should be bought many a dunkelweiss.
that’s it – right that down or make a note. because if I end up having some soppy farewell, I’ll be pissed. and you don’t want to dick a pissed couch-surfing ghost that steals more of your change after his due date than he did while he was around.
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update
not dead, see – didn’t mean for that to be dark. keeping with this theme, though, I decided today to start mailing out one postcard per week. no matter where I am. ’cause getting one from beyond is about the coolest thing you could ever get, no?
okay, I’m done. promise.
<turns off Nick Cave>
huh? where did that come from?
i hates it when you talk like this : (
nice sentiment though..
we should all do this, without the aric mortality factoring.
cut it out!!!!! making my eyeliner run. but, yeah.
btw, do you realize it’s almost exactly one year since the haul down highway one to the emergency room? tim mentioned it today – hard to believe.
The problem is obviously Nick Cave. He’s meant for Edinburgh; a pub, a buddy and a bottle of whiskey, not a third world country where you are harassed by touts. No wonder you were almost suicidal. Delete the Bad Seeds and play something with a backbeat!
problem is, on my iPod, Nick Cave leads to Nick Drake which leads to NIN.
and people wonder why I think about death occasionally.
Cave, Drake, NIN… depression comes in threes. Hit the “Shuffle” button!!
try some the Doors, Guns ´n Roses, Beachboys and you´ll be fine again