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The world’s just a sphere, No bigger than the balls that you suck. —John Frusciante
Before Walter, I only knew anger and rage as my enemies and sources of terror. When my father was furious, or when kids in the street or school lost their tempers, I was scared. They were bound to do something ugly that might hurt me. Walter showed me that this tortured energy could morph into a love that would uplift the world. True alchemy, letting go and letting anger articulate a divine vibration. If only he knew how to apply that energy to his everyday life.
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He was doing his best with his big-picture plan to turn us into white supremacists. We were nine-year-old children. Damn.
A minute of absolute freedom! Rock music.
Lesson # 1: What you do now can fuck you up later for real.
Everything that is not love is cowardice.
“Listen to me. Now is the time to be healthy. Treat your body and soul well. You can’t see the damage you do to yourself now, but when you get old you will suffer. Give yourself a chance to be in perfect health. Be an honest and kind person. It is the only thing.”
Lost in hoops, I feel a profound joy, just like disappearing into music, the infinite possibilities, the poetry unfolding, the unspoken conversation between the dudes I’m playing with. Running, flowing, and reaching.
sexism is a bitch,
He was also telling me that I should always put cocaine on the tip of my cock before having sex, it was the best way to do it, makes you fuck for hours. We were fifteen.
Anthony was the tough handsome actor with the contrarian confidence, I was the shy insecure crazy one with the funky groove, and Hillel was the artist.
You have to be willing to dedicate your life to that journey, not as a means to an end, but just as an opportunity to trip the fuck out. Ya gotta suspend all self-judgment, and embrace all. The reward is the journey itself.
(P.S. My dick looks nothing like a beer bottle.)
was just so fucking into Led Zep,
we’d jump off a train track trestle bridge into the large flowing Grand River below.
I waxed on about jazz being the greatest gift our country had ever produced, about gun control, about the beauty of Kareem’s skyhook, about there being no god, besides the gift inside us so powerful so infinite and how we had to defend it and not let our evil society crush it.
Me too
How many times would my heart have to break before it would open and I could live the love I professed?
Before leaving L.A., we went over to some girl’s apartment who gave us mohawks while we listened to the Smiths.
Hillel, I love you. In my dreams, I love you. In my soberest assessment, I love you. In my thoughtless silence, the sun rises and sets for you.
rip:(
Even the pretty punk rock girls (and there is nothing prettier than a pretty punk rock girl,
me af
I started dressing weirder and weirder. I got off on people thinking I was crazy, squares giving me judgmental or concerned looks when I walked into the grocery store. Like, Yeah I’m an outsider, I DON’T BELONG TO YOUR WORLD, MOTHERFUCKER
She radiated a long faded Hollywood glamour, the muted remains of which were found in her sparkly old-timey dresses and wildly colorful makeup fitting for a character from Pink Floyd’s The Wall or a Ralph Steadman drawing. From under a platinum-blond wig her whiskey-soaked rasp croaked spiritedly at me and Joel, affectionately scolding us for one thing or another.
Me
