A good lead. A great pair of cowboy boots. Everything else will settle itself out.
The harbinger of my next adventure.
I like it a lot. I like to shake my ass, even to the weepers. Er, Nick Cave, the Impressions, Dolly Parton, Dirtbombs, Misfits, the Vaquetones, the Pogues, Lee Dorsey, PJ Harvey, Willie Hightower, Tom Waits, OV Wright, Chili Cold Blood, Jerry Lee Lewis, Gogol Bordello, HONKY (happy Bobby?) the Hacienda Brothers. These are who I've listened to in the last seven days when not at work listening to punk, funk, metal, and PUBLIC ENEMY.
The Proposition, Performance, Boondock Saints, Amelie, City of Lost Children, Battle Royale, Shaolin Soccer, Cabaret, Girl on a Bridge, Dirty Dancing Havana Nights (I'm dead fucking serious), Naked, True Romance, anything with Paul Newman, Burt Reynolds, or Willem Defoe, Kill Bill (2 more than 1), Thornbirds, spaghetti westerns
If it's on I'm a lost cause...conversation is impossible. So I don't have one. Seinfeld bugs the shit out of me and commercials are startlingly obnoxious, but Family Guy IS pretty damn funny.
Right now I'm reading The Sound and the Fury. Barry Gifford (Wild at Heart), Terry Pratchett (Good Omens, the Discworld series), the Magic Circle, the Eight, Holy Blood Holy Grail, Anita Diamante (the Red Tent), erotica with a plot, and of course medical textbooks. Thank god I like them, cause I'm fucking drowning in that shit.
You if you've got the tits to bear the weight and the balls to stand your ground. Please be honest, compassionate, and keep your insecurities reasonably in perspective.
