further thoughts on Luke

giving thought as to what color diamond Luke would be i have settled on blue. like the marshmallow diamonds in lucky charms

the needle and the damage done

It's more than just a good song, it is a reality. If you scroll down a couple of post you will see one titled "Its a beautiful day in my world". Following that is a comment left by Luke just over a week ago. He would often connect me with these odd Manson related tidbits. He turned 20 a couple days after he left that comment, the following nite he died of a heroin overdose. Yeah its a real drag. What makes it worse is that the last time I saw him, Dec 31, we were talking about heroin, side effects and triggers. He had cleaned up a couple of times, but apparently the last time didn't take. One of the last things I said to him, aside from "see you later", was "that's what you'll have to live with the rest of your life". It can lead to a head heavy with the weight of salt water.

Of course in times like this we retreat into our heads, dangerous tho this may be. Today I came to the conclusion that people are diamonds. we are all of different color, clarity, cut and carat. We often like to think that we are as hard as diamonds but we are all flawed and unlike the gem we can't be taken to a jeweler and have the flaws cut out of us. We may go to plastic surgeons, psychiatrist, analyst, acupuncturist, rehabs, rabbis, priest, pastors, elders, ministers, mentors, but we will always have inherent flaws that lead to chipping and in our ends, shattering.

Having been a fan of Syd Barrett in Lukes memory I would like to quote David Gilmour from a song written about Syd and say "Shine on you crazy diamond".

I don't usually drink on weeknites, but now is a great time for a beer. Here's to you Luke.

alright, heres a line that just came to me

sometimes the world beats a path to your door just to give you shit, well I'm answering the door with a rototiller in tow.

bring your "it's all good" with you.

oh, another thought, t-shirt, bumper sticker thing:
stop the hate, love a nazi

if you're not laughing you need to get over yourself

In all fairness....

...it wasn't just the parenting that went awry. But then again...I guess it doesn't matter. This poor kid, Sam, will never have anyone believe his stories. The first time his dad brought him to my place he found my umbrella so I started throwing handfuls of water up into the air. The next time it was pretzels....pistachios...hotwheels...and most recently $30.00 in spare change. Imagine when he gets into school and he tells his teachers and classmates that inside his dads friends apt it rains miscellaneous STUFF.

Its a beautiful day in My world

The world...not so much

Nothing left to do but smile smile smile