I tried.
I tried so hard.
I failed the black march shit. I had to get The Modern Lovers. It just HIT me the other day. It (The Modern Lovers) was something I was SUPER into right before my 'puter took a big shit about 6 months ago and I never got around to re-acquiring.
My good dude/buddy/friend Jack got me into them. (Side note- He's in the goddamn army now, not because he really wanted to be there, but because he felt everything he was too familiar with was bullshit and redundant; he needed something new.)
Anyway, Jack's a great person. If you know him, you know. Wish him luck.
Anyway...he called me a few days ago (stationed down in Texas now)...we talked for a good long time. It was that sort of bitter-sweet conversation which happens.
Super glad to hear from you.
Super glad to catch up.
Super miss you.
Probably won't see you for 3 years.
Anyways...(I'm a bit rambley) he called a a little bit ago and I've been thinking about this shit that he got me into. It's real good shit. Talking to him made me think about this, which made me think about how I need it again, which I've been putting off the urge to get again until now.
...It may have not been the entirety of March, but I also didn't do anything the last week of February...does that count?
Anyhoo...(again)
Alot of people know this person from Farrelly Brothers movies. Mainly: There's Something About Mary and (I'm pretty sure he has a few songs in) Me, Myself and Irene. (I didn't fact check that one. Tell me I'm wrong, I probably am.)
This is the first Modern Lovers song I listened to with Jack. (That I can remember.)
P.S.-My bathroom door has a picture of 6 year old Jack, totally nude, taking a shit on it.
"Where's your bathroom?"
"Upstairs. It's the one with the child-shit-fetish porno picture on it."
P.P.S.-I went into this post with some semblance of direction, but beer hit me in the midst of it. Fuck You. Listen to The Modern Lovers.
P.P.P.S.-Jack's a good guy. Drink one for him.
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