Those of you who were there will understand
So it’s been a year.
For most people, that phrase this week will refer to our nation going to war against a country that had nothing to do with 9/11, etc etc, you all know the arguments.
But to me, in my selfish way, this week (in fact, tonight) marks one year ago that I was feeling as “Lost in Translation” as Bill Murray ever did. He was only in Japan. I was in Knoxville, Tennessee.
Ever been to Knoxville? Don’t miss a chance to pass it up.
One year since seeing too many of my stupid, vain expectations about the way a writer–or at least his writing–is supposed to be treated in the theater turn around and slap me in the face. One year since discovering I’d put my faith and trust in amateurs and divas. One year since they took something that was mine and pissed on it just to show how fucking big their dicks were (men and women).
One year since I wasn’t here when Rhiannon, my little grey squeak of a cat, died.
One year.
