Monday, February 18, 2019

#09

He wakes up to his phone alarm. The chorus of "All I Want" by The Lightning Seeds was set as his alarm. He likes the chorus very much. It's catchy. But it sounds so "needy". And he still likes it. He likes this kinda sad, poetic, desperate sounding words from songs. Desperate such as the ones penned by Morrissey that goes "I know you love one person but..why can't you love two??". If that's not desperate, then he doesn't know what is. Well Morrissey has a lot more songs of desperations and fragilities. He could be in pain AND a pain sometimes. But that's just Morrissey. And he still likes him.

It's his off day and he's got something planned. He needs to meet up with some people. Friends. Rockstar. About music. About a band. About a place they need to see. He hits the shower. Briefly. Gets into his shorts, makes him think about the Screeching Weasel song now, "I Wanna Be A Homosexual". It goes, "Who wear short shorts? You wear short shorts. You're so full of shit. Why don't you admit that you don't have the balls to be a queer..." He likes the song. It stuck up, not just to the masses' ass but even to some people who claimed to be punk rock too. The overtly religious punk rocker. That's tragically funny. He thinks.

As planned, his friend arrived at about half past 10, in a sporty vehicle made possible by the superior German technology. The car sometimes reminds him of the Batmobile. It could be because of the colour. Or maybe his friend looks a bit like Bruce Wayne.....
Nah! It's the colour.

So off they go. To get the rockstar...(in a Batmobile)...


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