Post by Joey on Mar 18, 2017 9:02:45 GMT -5
Early in the morning, risin' to the street
Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet
Got to find a reason, a reason things went wrong
Got to find a reason why my money's all gone
I got a dalmatian, and I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a motherfucking riot
Well, life is too short, so love the one you got
'Cause you might get run over or you might get shot
Never start no static I just get it off my chest
Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest
Take a small example, take a tip from me
Take all of your money, give it all to charity
Love is what I got
It's within my reach
And the Sublime style's still straight from Long Beach
It all comes back to you, you'll finally get what you deserve
Try and test that you're bound to get served
Love's what I got
Don't start a riot
You'll feel it when the dance gets hot
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Why I don't cry when my dog runs away
I don't get angry at the bills I have to pay
I don't get angry when my Mom smokes pot
Hits the bottle and goes right to the rock
Fuckin' and fightin', it's all the same
Livin' with Louie dog's the only way to stay sane
Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that.
And that is how I start most of my mornings. I wake up grudgingly. Meaning I dont want to wake up at all, but I have to, for reasons usually because I dont sleep well. My night and my morning are as follows.
I went to sleep around 11:30pm. I had finished watching the season finale of Designated Survivor. A good show if you havent checked it out. I put my cell phone on charge, I set the alarm on my clock on my night stand, set the alarm on my cell phone and I turned off the lights. I knew I was forgetting something. But what was it? Then I remembered. I hadnt taken Monkey Face to the bathroom yet, and just on que, as I get up she runs into my room and starts going crazy, she knows its bathroom time. I say yes yes I know I know, we're going. She pushes me with her front paws to hurry up. And I do. I open the front door and she bolts. She does not run far though. Mostly goes 10 steps out the front door, she does her business and quickly runs back to the front door. For a stray dog I found, she certainly doesnt like to spend too much time outside again. I do understand that though, she's found a good home, warm with food, why go back outside ever again? I open the front door with my left hand and she bolts in. She drinks a bit of water from her blue bowl, I couldnt find a color for a female. I lock the front door and walk to my room. I turn on the tv for a moment or two then turn it back off. Sleep. The mission tonight is sleep. That is all I want to do.
I wonder if other people in the world have as much trouble as sleeping as I do? Maybe I should go see a doctor? I try to quiet my mind. And just as I am starting to get groggy I hear a scratching at the foot of my bed. Monkey face is cold I guess.
"Fine, ya flea bag, but if I find one tick or flea back to your towel in the corner of the bed!"
She wags her tail. She should be fine, I bath her regularly and put tick and flear spray on her, plus shes hardly outside. I pick her up and her hind legs go into running motion, as her feet touch the bed, she bolts to the corner on top of my pillow.
"Oh no you dont, that is mine". I give her an old shirt and she promptly uses it as her makeshift mini bed and she is asleep 10 seconds afterwards.
"Man I wish I could sleep like you."
But I think it helps half hour or so later I fall asleep as I hear Monkey Face snoring. Around 2am, I wake up. I check the time, I go to the bathroom, come back, lay in bed thinking again. Monkey bed has turned her back to me, shes fast asleep. After another half hour or so I am asleep again. I wake up again at 4am. Check my clock. I keep looking as if I have somewhere to be in the morning, as if I will be late. Deep down I know what its all about. But thats a story I have already told. I go back to sleep again. I wake up again at 5:24am. And that is as far as I could go. I am not able to get back to sleep. I finally get up and walk to the kitchen. I que up Sublime and start jamming out, and start cooking breakfast. I sing along with the song. My voice horrible. And as I leave bacon and sausage ready to go on my plate, I cook up some scrambled eggs, I want them over easy but they never seem to come out quite right. As I finish creating my toast and sit down, who do I see at the bottom of the table. Monkey Face, she hadnt gotten up at all, not until breakfast was fully done. Its as if she knew, I sigh, I give her half my plate and shes done before I even dig in.
This is my life, this is my daily ritual. At least I have my dog, its not as lonely as it was since he passed away. I put tobasco sauce on whats left of my eggs, with salt and pepper. That is how he used to like it, and now I do to. Lots of butter on my toast as well. I drink a soda, why? Because I can and Orange juice costs too much. I picked up a lot from him. Lessons learned, lessons never forgotten.
And why am I even going through this? What would Jackson Kent think about this? What would he think about me? Would he think what an old lonely geezer I have become? Would he laugh at me being so pathetic? Maybe. But I just need to show that I am like everyone else. Full of flaws and quirks. I feel. I hurt. I get lonely. I struggle with sleep. I struggle to make meaning of life. And what about God? Well what about God. People named me Jude, others put Saint in front and those are stories for another day as well. But I am no damn saint. I believe in God because I have to. It doesnt mean I like him. Do I believe he has a plan for us? Yes I do. Do I think its a good plan? Time will tell, but history shows us his plans are rarely good or ever planned out, or maybe its that we lack the vision to see the big picture? Either way I dont care.
I get up and put my dishes in the sink. I take Monkey Face out again she is quicker this time and back inside we go. She looks at me, wagging her tail. She wants to go back to bed and sleep. I shake my head.
"I cant sleep, but Ill watch some tv while you snore some more."
And so Jackson this is my pathetic morning routine. Nothing special just like me. Eventually around 9am, I am finally able to fall asleep, for 2 more hours then I will wake up again, sad.
..Fade...to....Darkness......
Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet
Got to find a reason, a reason things went wrong
Got to find a reason why my money's all gone
I got a dalmatian, and I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a motherfucking riot
Well, life is too short, so love the one you got
'Cause you might get run over or you might get shot
Never start no static I just get it off my chest
Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest
Take a small example, take a tip from me
Take all of your money, give it all to charity
Love is what I got
It's within my reach
And the Sublime style's still straight from Long Beach
It all comes back to you, you'll finally get what you deserve
Try and test that you're bound to get served
Love's what I got
Don't start a riot
You'll feel it when the dance gets hot
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Why I don't cry when my dog runs away
I don't get angry at the bills I have to pay
I don't get angry when my Mom smokes pot
Hits the bottle and goes right to the rock
Fuckin' and fightin', it's all the same
Livin' with Louie dog's the only way to stay sane
Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that.
And that is how I start most of my mornings. I wake up grudgingly. Meaning I dont want to wake up at all, but I have to, for reasons usually because I dont sleep well. My night and my morning are as follows.
I went to sleep around 11:30pm. I had finished watching the season finale of Designated Survivor. A good show if you havent checked it out. I put my cell phone on charge, I set the alarm on my clock on my night stand, set the alarm on my cell phone and I turned off the lights. I knew I was forgetting something. But what was it? Then I remembered. I hadnt taken Monkey Face to the bathroom yet, and just on que, as I get up she runs into my room and starts going crazy, she knows its bathroom time. I say yes yes I know I know, we're going. She pushes me with her front paws to hurry up. And I do. I open the front door and she bolts. She does not run far though. Mostly goes 10 steps out the front door, she does her business and quickly runs back to the front door. For a stray dog I found, she certainly doesnt like to spend too much time outside again. I do understand that though, she's found a good home, warm with food, why go back outside ever again? I open the front door with my left hand and she bolts in. She drinks a bit of water from her blue bowl, I couldnt find a color for a female. I lock the front door and walk to my room. I turn on the tv for a moment or two then turn it back off. Sleep. The mission tonight is sleep. That is all I want to do.
I wonder if other people in the world have as much trouble as sleeping as I do? Maybe I should go see a doctor? I try to quiet my mind. And just as I am starting to get groggy I hear a scratching at the foot of my bed. Monkey face is cold I guess.
"Fine, ya flea bag, but if I find one tick or flea back to your towel in the corner of the bed!"
She wags her tail. She should be fine, I bath her regularly and put tick and flear spray on her, plus shes hardly outside. I pick her up and her hind legs go into running motion, as her feet touch the bed, she bolts to the corner on top of my pillow.
"Oh no you dont, that is mine". I give her an old shirt and she promptly uses it as her makeshift mini bed and she is asleep 10 seconds afterwards.
"Man I wish I could sleep like you."
But I think it helps half hour or so later I fall asleep as I hear Monkey Face snoring. Around 2am, I wake up. I check the time, I go to the bathroom, come back, lay in bed thinking again. Monkey bed has turned her back to me, shes fast asleep. After another half hour or so I am asleep again. I wake up again at 4am. Check my clock. I keep looking as if I have somewhere to be in the morning, as if I will be late. Deep down I know what its all about. But thats a story I have already told. I go back to sleep again. I wake up again at 5:24am. And that is as far as I could go. I am not able to get back to sleep. I finally get up and walk to the kitchen. I que up Sublime and start jamming out, and start cooking breakfast. I sing along with the song. My voice horrible. And as I leave bacon and sausage ready to go on my plate, I cook up some scrambled eggs, I want them over easy but they never seem to come out quite right. As I finish creating my toast and sit down, who do I see at the bottom of the table. Monkey Face, she hadnt gotten up at all, not until breakfast was fully done. Its as if she knew, I sigh, I give her half my plate and shes done before I even dig in.
This is my life, this is my daily ritual. At least I have my dog, its not as lonely as it was since he passed away. I put tobasco sauce on whats left of my eggs, with salt and pepper. That is how he used to like it, and now I do to. Lots of butter on my toast as well. I drink a soda, why? Because I can and Orange juice costs too much. I picked up a lot from him. Lessons learned, lessons never forgotten.
And why am I even going through this? What would Jackson Kent think about this? What would he think about me? Would he think what an old lonely geezer I have become? Would he laugh at me being so pathetic? Maybe. But I just need to show that I am like everyone else. Full of flaws and quirks. I feel. I hurt. I get lonely. I struggle with sleep. I struggle to make meaning of life. And what about God? Well what about God. People named me Jude, others put Saint in front and those are stories for another day as well. But I am no damn saint. I believe in God because I have to. It doesnt mean I like him. Do I believe he has a plan for us? Yes I do. Do I think its a good plan? Time will tell, but history shows us his plans are rarely good or ever planned out, or maybe its that we lack the vision to see the big picture? Either way I dont care.
I get up and put my dishes in the sink. I take Monkey Face out again she is quicker this time and back inside we go. She looks at me, wagging her tail. She wants to go back to bed and sleep. I shake my head.
"I cant sleep, but Ill watch some tv while you snore some more."
And so Jackson this is my pathetic morning routine. Nothing special just like me. Eventually around 9am, I am finally able to fall asleep, for 2 more hours then I will wake up again, sad.
..Fade...to....Darkness......
