Song Sung Blue

Hurray for a child
That makes it through

Other Stuff

October 4, 1998
So today I asked Jackie, who I haven’t talked to in a while, what she really wanted. I answered the question for myself first, though. What do I want? I want to go where everybody knows my name. I think that is the basic need I want filled in my life. To be surrounded by friends and friendly people. That runs a close second to food and shelter anyway. It takes an unimaginable amount of time and energy to make close friends, though. I don’t know how I ever managed to make the close friends I have today. I mean, looking back and seeing how far we’ve come… I don’t know how we made it. And I doubt my ability to do it again. Well, I’m sure I could with the right people. That’s the problem, though. Finding the right people anymore. Seems like the world is so over-populated with assholes and users nowadays. It’s only what they can take from you. Everyone’s looking for a long-term relationship, but everyone’s screwing potential friends over all the time. Which is maybe why the Internet is so popular with us people. We can meet interesting people and as soon as we discover they’re truly assholes or just using us (although I can’t think of much that an Internet user can get from another Internet user) we can just click them off and put them on block. It saves all that time of trying to sort things out or taking different ways home in order to avoid certain people. You all know what I’m talking about.

Actually, Jackie and I haven’t been on the best of terms lately. I’m not sure why. She feels I’ve been giving her the cold shoulder and I feel the same way about her. She was supposed to call me today, but my sister and brother decided to use the phone line at the exact time I was expecting Jackie’s call. And since I don’t pay the phone bill at all, I have no right to force them off.

Maybe I should apologize for my uncalled for outburst yesterday against the bitch in Biloxi. Nah. She deserves whatever comes to her short of a quick death.

Song sung blue, ev’rybody knows one;
Song sung blue, ev’ry garden grows one.

I tell ya, I rarely get any good mail. I send mail to people but, boy, do I rarely ever get any good stuff. Fortunately, I have a lot of friends over at the XXX sites that keep my mailbox full.

Mississippi Goddam
and the only sound that’s left
after the ambulances go
is cinderella sweeping up on desolation row

Yeah… that’s what I want. I want to go where everybody knows my name. I don’t know where that is… but it’ll sure be nice to get there.

Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name,
And they’re always glad you came;
You want to be where you can see,
Our troubles are all the same;
You want to be where everybody knows your name.

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