I’m going through some strange shit in my life. Like yesterday, the second day of a wicked winter storm here. Stopped by the store and I see this REALLY familiar looking woman. Me: “Where do I know her from?”. Her, same look back. Do we do this awkwardness? Me: “I’ll see her again outside, maybe it’ll come to me. I just gotta know”. Outside, when I look around the only thing I see is this classic old Volvo Amazon 122 pulling out. Which for me is like “HOLY FUCKING SHIT, I JUST SAW ONE!!” OMG! I Fucking LOVE them, they’re so rare – “WHERE’S MY CAMERA!!!??? I MEAN, IN THIS STORM?!?”
So that’s where my head is at today. I’ve been racking my brain. Maybe, maybe I never met her before in my life. Maybe, when you meet some people, you just KNOW you like them. You just fucking know…
After watching PBS’s Woodstock (on Netflix), I was surprised at how much I liked it. I remembered this personal story I heard once about encountering the Mounted police on the way out. “I was smoking pot, I thought I was so busted” – and it was so enlightening to him that –at that moment in time- the cops really didn’t care. The concert had WON!
And I hold that attitude towards pot today. A Laissez Fair “It’s
none of my business” or “maintain” and quickly move on. I can also remember
being alive during a time where you Could go to jail for it.
Yesterday marked the Impeachment Public Offering (IPO).
Today I feel like one of those Mounted policemen at Woodstock 50 years ago.