kids drinking gin on the front lawn.
the kids see that man walking down the dirt road.
these kids see the sky and they think of him dressed in flames.
kids walk behind, slowly stalk that old man
to get older still.
these kids followed him into his shed
where he turns on the radio & smokes a cig
these kids come with gasoline & they strike a match
to get older still.
more and more I’m getting a deep urge to do crazy stuff and fuck shit up. like explore abandon houses and spray paint shit and get in fights and stay up all night and maybe skate around somewhere, make friends with another homeless guy, hitchhike to another state to go to a concert or something. just thrive off of general anarchy and wild spontaneity for a little bit..
I grew up with a father who loved & played music, and I absorbed as much as I possibly could at a young age. There’s photos of me in diapers playing fake guitars, wearing headphones, and throwing up the devil horns. My dad still tells me stories of putting headphones over my mother’s pregnant…
This is a piece I wrote for Kurt.
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April 4th. Robert Downey Jr turns 48
HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU ADORABLE LITTLE FUCKER.
DAT ASS
