"You're going to fry in the electric chair. Your flesh will burn and your toupee will ignite, and your caps will glow red, and your beard will smoke, and your contact lenses will melt into your eyeballs. And when you're dead, you'll go to hell and fry again."
John Corey to Fredric Tobin, in the book Plum Island
"Memories, on speed, are like little children running in traffic, only there are not enough cars to hit them all. The past keeps intruding, even now."
From Bad Sex on Speed, by Jerry Stahl
"Be grateful for what you have (It's probably more than you think).........................
If you and your children are basically healthy - if, when you wake up in the morning, you can get out of bed - you should be grateful for that. If you have family and friends who love you, you should be grateful for that. Don't take these things for granted: They are the most important things in your life.
I'm not saying you should ignore your problems, or the problems of the wider world; I'm saying keep them in perspective. Don't let your happiness depend on the news, or the stock market, or office politics, or traffic. Don't let people who don't know you tell you how you should feel. Don't believe that the world is terrible, or wallow in outrage or victimhood, just because some politician or radio-talk-show host or college professor tells you to. Decide for yourself how your life is going, and when you make that calculation, start with the fundamentals: Are you walking around? Do you have people you love? Do they love you? Do you have enough to eat? A place to live?
If you have those things, you have a lot to be grateful for. If you also have laughter in your life, and music, maybe a nice sunset once in a while, you're blessed. Try to remember that the next time you're feeling stressed or unhappy. Things could be a lot worse."
From Lessons From Lucy, by Dave Barry
Dave Barry was in his seventies and wondering why he wasn't as happy as he felt he should be, so he looked to his dog Lucy, who was old as well. She was happy all the time, no matter what; she took everything in stride and kept being happy. If you have pets you understand. If you don't have pets, go crack yourself another beer.
He observed her in various situations, and came up with perspectives to apply to his own life. Cool stuff. Resonated with me because I am 71 and not feeling as happy as I should.
Bought a new house in 2023, Jackson was born in 2024, my life changed radically for the better in the last two years but, still, my brain finds ways to make me suffer. Silly, no?
The stuff I quoted above is basic - nothing original or radical about it - but meaningful. Just before Dave was ready to publish his book, his daughter had a terrible health scare. She was just about to start college and suddenly she couldn't walk. She got through it and is walking, but it took lots of rehab, hard work and worry. Dave added one more chapter to the book describing the ordeal - the above quotes came from that chapter.
I always struggle with this grateful thing. Especially this year. I have been bouncing off the walls, wasting my life and happiness over stuff I can't control. Christ, man - I am 71 - no time to waste. I reined myself in quite a bit recently, but Dave's words gave me an additional kick in the ass.
Re-wiring my brain right now is as important to me as breathing.
Change your mind, change your life.
All I ever truly wanted from life was that a hot dog diet got me shhhhhhhhhhredded.
"No pain, no death, is more terrible to a wild creature than its fear of man. A red-throated diver, sodden and obscene with oil, able to move only its head, will push itself out from the sea-wall with its bill if you reach down to it as it floats like a log in the tide. A poisoned crow, gaping and helplessly floundering in the grass, bright yellow foam bubbling from its throat, will dash itself up again and again on to the descending wall of air, if you try to catch it. A rabbit, inflated and foul with myxomatosis, just a twitching pulse beating in a bladder of bones and fur, will feel the vibrations of your footstep and will look for you with bulging, sightless eyes. Then it will drag itself away into a bush, trembling with fear.
We are the killers. We stink of death. We carry it with us. It sticks to us like frost. We cannot tear it away."
From The Peregrine, by J.A. Baker
"Hard to thrill, nothing really moves me anymore, hard to thrill, nothing really moves me anymore, there is nothing you can show me that I haven't seen before
I got time to kill, keeping to myself inside this room, time to kill, keeping to myself inside this room, over 40 years of Fridays, and you'd give up trying too"
From Hard to Thrill, Eric Clapton and J.J. Cale
Shit, the only reason I'm hard to thrill is that I killed everything inside of me. Burned it, beat it, smothered it, starved it - been specializing in that unique form of torture for five decades now. Got it down pretty good.
I did not realize that there was an ember smoldering in there, absolutely fucking refusing to give up the ghost, a small, very tiny bit of essence that cannot be killed until I am actually dead.
It's been throwing off a little more heat lately.
You never know.
You never really fucking know.
Rublev vs Alcaraz. Rublev won the first set. Holy shit. Those boys were hitting those balls hard - sounded like bombs going off.
Unbelievable volleys - thrilling, edge of the seat shit - how many shots? How many shots? Amazing.
But, after the first set it was Alcaraz time. Champions get pissed off when they under-perform and then they say "Fuck this - I am Carlos Alcaraz. I will kick it up a notch and you will suffer." Carlos wins the next three sets.
Djokovic vs De Minaur. De Minaur won the first set. Holy shit. He put up a fight - long volleys - one volley was 32 shots. After that, Djokovic dominated but was down 4-1 in the fourth set. Champions get pissed off - he thought "Fuck this, I am Djokovic. I have levels of performance you can only dream of. I do not want to play a fifth set. You must suffer."
He won the fourth set 6-4, won the match in four.
The other side: Alcaraz vs Norrie. Sports can be cruel. Alcaraz dominated Norrie in every way possible - the guy was helpless. Embarrassed. Keep in mind - the guy did not reach the quarter finals at Wimbledon because he sucks. The match only took 1 hour and 39 minutes. Sadly, he is British, so he got his ass kicked in front of the home crowd.
Here are my thoughts - we all need a "fuck this" setting. Life will beat you like a red headed stepchild. Comes a time when you gotta get up off the ground with fists flying and knock some teeth down life's throat.
And we all get our asses handed to us sometimes. So you grab yourself a few drinks, meditate a little, then listen to Appetite for Destruction all the way through LOUD, and go out and give it another shot.
Life is a fucking battle, man, but you can make something out of it if you're not afraid to get your teeth kicked in once in a while.
Jesus said that.
