“When I was young some wise fool told me
Live & learn but nothing comes for free
So I did what I could when I was able
To keep the truth away from our table”
~ Corrosion of Conformity – Wiseblood
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Fuck, fuck, fuck the old hippie dude gave me the two fingers up peace sigh. How did he fucking know what I was think’ in!
OK I turned right and headed down to Topanga Canyon Blvd… down the wormhole towards a holograph of memories…. Think’ in,
“I bet I am the oldest person driving down Topanga to Dumetz Rd now?”
A flash of images came to mind…. Lynn, horse, boyfriends, ditch class go to beach, walking home in the rain, hippies hitchhiking.
The cars were racing as well as I in my little number, a green Fiat.
“Yes, I have the most memories here too… from being in my mom’s womb to now… fucking so much to think upon.”
Making a left turn on Burbank I held on to these wild assumptions of honest to goodness old lady punk truth that I was the oldest and had the most memories.
When I reached Shoup Ave., I raised and went with the bump and about flew away. Landing with a loud car zoom… it was bitchin’ too. Then as I raced my little number to the right of me was an old hippie dude with a grey beard looking at me near his car.
He walked toward an old house . He was fucking reading my mind. His eyes gave me a knowing transcendental slowed down pot look…
“Nope I’ve been here longer…!”
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“There’s blood on the street but there’s nothing to steal from me
Cause I walk alone but at least I walk for free
I listen to few and I’m fueled by fire
Guess now I’m old but not much wiser.|”~COC”
