“How can I set free anyone who doesn’t have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom?”
—Jim Morrison
June 2011
125 posts
one day i will find the right words, and they will be simple
“My name is Aloysious Christopher Parker and, if I ever have a son, he’ll be Charles Christopher Parker.Just like Charlie Parker.The people I know just call me Allie,and this is my story — or part of it.I don’t expect it to explain all that much,but what’s a story anyway, except one of those connect the dots drawings that in the end forms a picture of something.That’s really all this is.That’s how things work for me.I go from this place, this person to that place or person.And, you know, it doesn’t really make that much difference.I’ve known all different kinds of people.Hung out with them, lived with them,watched them act things out in their own little ways.And to me…To me, those people I’ve known are like a series of rooms,just like all the places where I’ve spent time.You walk in for the first time curious about this new room — the lamp, TV, whatever.And then, after a while,the newness is gone,completely.And then there’s this kind of dread,kind of creeping dread.You probably don’t even know what I’m talking about.But anyway I guess the point of all this is that after a while, something tells you,some voice speaks to you,and that’s it. Time to split.Go someplace else.People are going to be basically the same.Maybe use some different kind of refrigerator or toilet or something.But this thing tells you,and you have to start to drift.You may not even want to go, but things will inform you.So here I am now in a place where I don’t even understand their language.But, you know, strangers are still always just strangers.And the story, this part of the story, well,it’s how I got from there to here.Or maybe I should say from here to here.”
—Allie,Permanent Vacation
“No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun – for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax – This won’t hurt.”
—Hunter S. Thompson (1937–2005), suicide note entitled Football Season is Over
