Karma, ne?

Today I had a conversation with someone that just was, shall we say...interesting.

Replaying it in my head I can hear (in the voice of Toshiro Mifune no less) saying, "Karma, ne?"

I wrote out several written replies but, per usual filed them circularly.

I have been accused of having an interesting life, and while I won't argue with it I sometimes doubt the logic of "Fuck those people. Wanna have an adventure?"

While cooking dinner a found the scant remenants of a bottle of grey goods in my freezer and decided to mix of a pair of my legendary "three-pipers" and wound up (not very well mind you) playing "Simon Zealotes" on my guitar which was amusant ("To conquer death you only have to die").

I keep thinking "waiting is until waiting is filled" but then again, I'm an impatient bastard.

On another note, tomorrow is Elle's yahrzeit. Listening to JCS reminded me of screwing with some fundies by playing selections from that (great music for the bass guitar). One concert I have a great memory of is of us standing on stage, both with shaven head and wearing damn near matching outfits and while my singing "lay your bets on this wheel of mine" et al fades in to her belting out those high notes. (although let's face it...damned for all time is more of a fitting song for me)

Tomorrow shall be a tough day, but I suppose I'll cope like I always do, light a candle, take a shot, say kaddish, pick up my guitar and play until I bleed.