Friday, December 19, 2008

And Your Face Looked Like Something Death Brought With Him In His Suitcase...

Warren Zevon - The French Inhaler

Now this a song that I'm not a big fan of, but I love the live version. Hence, the link to the live version. I'm a thinker. But really, I feel as if the live version should just start at about the 2:10 point in the song. Really, the 2:45 point. Because from then on is so so epic. I wish I knew what it meant ("So long, Norman?").


So I'm home for break. And it's nice to be home. Relaxing. Plus, I met someone tonight, and I may very well love her. This doesn't throw off my plans for marrying Regina, of course. Those are still intact. But still...I love her...

I don't know what exactly it is that I love about her. I was with my friend and her friend, baking Christmas cookies, and then for a very brief time a couple more of her friend's friends' were suddenly in my life, and one of them is my new love in life.

I probably shouldn't tell her that. It might scare her off...

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Norman = Norman Mailer.

You need to check out the Warren Zevon Bulletin Board, if it's ever up again.

December 19, 2008 at 12:30 PM  
Blogger sacred roadkill said...

ahhhh.
i knew warren and hunter were tight, and i guess i should have been able to make the connection to norman mailer. but there you go.
so thanks.

December 19, 2008 at 5:03 PM  

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