I Love Catch-22!

I love to read.  I read a lot.  But I don't read enough.  I think one of my favorite books of all time was Catch-22.  You know the best part about the book is that it was supposed to be catch-18.  But there was something about the number 18 being in something else that year, so they went with the second silliest number Heller could think of.

I've always loved reading books with sex in it.  I loved it in high school, because I would sit there in study hall and read all the steamy details and then think about the fact that everyone else around me wasn't even thinking about sex like I was reading.  Nothing like romance novels, but there seemed to always be a scene in most of the Koontz books that I was reading at the time.  Especially that one where the guy had all sorts of fetishes and a drug to hypnotize people.  Man did I want a drug to hypnotize people.

I have to admit that I spent a lot of time thinking about that.  Of course, had I planned ahead in my life, I would have saved all my money I spent on the recording equipment and instruments to invest in my future to buy kinky prostitutes and moved to LasVegas.  Oh well, hind sight 20/20.

But now I just have high speed internet and streaming porn!  But seriously, you should read Catch-22!

I want more scrapple!

In recent times, I have been in contact with a friend of mine that I've not spoken to in ages.  At one point in time, we played shows together, but I have given up the music years ago for a chance to become a nationally published author.  But now I am nationally published... and in our recent conversations he has voiced that he would love to see me get back into a band.

I must admit that this is a pleasing thought...

But it can never be the same like years before.  When I was in my music days, I was also in my club phase.  I was going to at least 2 clubs a week.  I have to admit that I loved the clubs.  The kids were fun, and the fashion was ridiculous but sexy.  I really miss the girls who were still looking good in their skin tight torn skirts and fishnet apparel.  There was a girl who used to where a fishnet top with electrical tape over her nipples.  There was cleavage and black lips.  Eyes like cats and legs that you just wanted to lick the salty sweat from...

um... yeah, I miss those days.   The best part of it all was the after club experience.  This was the trip to some overnight diner to get some food and relax after a night of dancing like goobers.  Only, after a long night of moving and sweating, the white foundation and black eyeliner has run and worn leaving us all looking like black and white clowns.  the sexiness became a desperate realization that it was all a facade and we were all going home with only who we came with... ourselves.

But there was no regret or fear since there was always going to be another week.  Until one week, there wasn't another week.

But I'll never forget...