That's good...
Har inte riktigt nåt att skriva om...eller jo! Jag har varit på IKEA för första gången! OCH! Jag jobbade tre dagar den här veckan! Det var...jobbigt...och inte riktigt...värt det. Men jaja.
Tänkte...
Vissa har lite problem med relationen till sina föräldrar, eller en av dom.
Jag har haft såna problem...främst med farsan.
Men.
Jag vet att när det verkligen kommer till kritan så tror han på mig, och är orolig över mig, vilket kan vara svårt att tro.
Tror det är så för de flesta som ofta bråkar med sina fäder. Inte alla. Men de flesta.
I detta hittade jag plötsligt en gemensam nämnare med Bruce. Har älskat hans musik länge, även om jag inte ofta kan "relatera". Men, Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band – The River - Live är en fin liten juvel om bara för just monologen innan låten:
How you doing out there tonight?
That's good...that's good...
This is uh...
When I was growing up, me and my dad used to go at it all the time.
Over almost, anything.
But I...I used to have really long hair, way down past my shoulders, hahha!
I was 17 or 18.
Old man used to hate it.
And we got to where we fight so much that I spent alot of time out of the house.
And in the summertime it wasn't so bad. It was warm and...your friends were out.
But in the winter...I remember standing downtime and it was cold.
And, when the wind would blow I had this phonebooth where I used to stand.
And I used to call my girl, like for hours at the time, just talking to her all night long.
And finally I'd get my nerve up to go home.
And I'd stand there in the driveway and he'd be waiting for me in the kitchen.
And I'd tuck my hair down in my collar, and I walk in, and he'd call me back to sit down with him.
And the first thing he'd ask me was what did I think I was doing to myself.
And the worst part about it was that I could never really explain it to him.
I remember I got into a motorcycle accident once.
And I was laid up in bed and he had a barber come in and cut my hair.
And man, I can remember telling him that I hated him, and that I would never ever forget.
And he used to tell me "Man I can't wait till the army gets you! When the army gets you they gonna make a man out of you. They gonna cut off that hair. And they'll make a man outta you."
And this was in, I guess, -68, when there was alot of guys in the neighbourhood going to Vietnam.
I remember the drummer in my first band coming over to my house with his marine uniform on.
He said that he was going and he didn't even know where it was.
And alot of guys went. And alot of guys didn't come back.
And alot that came back...weren't the same anymore.
I remember the day I got my draftnotice.
I hid it from my folks.
And three days before my physical me and my friends went out and we stayed up all night.
We got on the bus to go that morning and man we were all so scared!
And I went, and I failed!
I came home...heh, that's nothin' to applaud about!
I remember coming home after I'd be gone for three days.
Walking in the kitchen and my mother and father were sitting there.
My dad said "Where you been?"
I said "Eh...I went to take my physical."
He said "What happened?"
I said "They didn't take me".
He said "That's good."
:)
