Now Eric’s gone so I’ve had lots of time to myself, alone in this house, drinkin’ PBR tallboys and jerkin’ off the ‘puter. My head feels like it’s got this heavy liquid inside of it, weighing it down. My neck is killing me. Made the mistake of going out to a bar last night, to try and combat my current loneliness. Saw mostly people I didn’t want to see, drunk kids bumping into me, feelin’ like an old man who can be knocked down so easily…going to see a doctor tomorrow. Hope to find out what this shit is all about.
Today I thought about one of the low points of my life…February 1996. I was living in this cruddy apt. with an old friend of mine. There was only one heater in the place and it was so far away from my bedroom that I had to sleep in the living room. We had these violent redneck kids living upstairs that sometimes would just stomp on the floor for hours. After a month of this we moved out. I slept there the last night on the floor, my coat as a blanket, next to the heater. When I woke up the next morning I was homeless. All of my stuff was in a basement somewhere. I went to get some coffee and read about my then-band The Fags in the local paper. The Fags were Eugene’s band. Now he’s in a great band called Gogol Bordello…check ‘em out. www.gogolbordello.com
