Oh and Happy Mother’s Day!!!
J Christ on a handcart I am a bad citizen.
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Finally got to listen to this, and it’s really pretty. Kind of makes me wish I had played with drugs back when I was too young to care about consequences and the only obstacle was getting past the guards at the front door.
I was dosed with LSD in the 11th grade and had a bad trip. I called my mother and asked her to pick me a up at a friend’s house. When she arrived I told her that Don had put acid in my drink and that I wasn’t doing well. She asked if I wanted to go to the hospital. I said yes. They gave me valium, told my mom I was a serious drug user and that I was lying about being dosed. Hee. The Valium calmed me down and I went home and had a pretty good trip in my bedroom. My brother stopped in from BU and laughed because, “you’re the only one I know that ever got caught taking acid.” In the morning I came down for breakfast and my mom asked how I felt. I said I was fine – the drug had worn off. She said, “okay you’ll be the expert on these things.” She never mentioned it again for the rest of her life. This was my only acid trip
This is sooo something my father would say. He’s a very practical man with a dry sense of humor. I can picture him quietly assessing the situation and deciding You kid, you’ll be the expert on these things. I remember coming home one day with a bunch of stripes shaved in my head (it was the early 80s) and he looked at me and said, “One more stripe and you could be a general.” I never feared the punishment as much as the sarcasm.
Oh, I love this. I like the way it just leaves you, like the end of a short short story, seemingly incomplete. And then you realize: no, that’s the end. That’s all that’s necessary, that’s it’s shape. The dirt collected in the lifelines. “Look.”
Yes.
I love this. Especially the voice, not the one I hear (though I love that one too) but the one that speaks. Lost in the patterns of the lines. Wonderful.
Loved this. I have a crush on you now. I haven’t wanted to drop some acid and just walk around with a pretty girl in years. I do again.
(Well, the acid part. I always want to walk around with a pretty girl. You know what I mean.)
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I listened to this earlier and just wanted to think about it a bit before commenting – there’s something that’s lovely about it, but something else, too, that I can’t put my finger on. Beautiful and a little haunting, maybe? I just can’t decide.
Yes Vaq. Your voice is beautiful. The whole thing is fabulous. The sound of the camera moving. The hands slightly moving. But there is a stillness in it all as the story makes you pay close attention to detail, ending with the command to “Look, look!” It’s really wonderful.