Monster

I heard about myself the other day, said somewhat mixed with humor and exasperation, "You really only can be yourself, can't you?" Want some context? I was turning left out of a parking lot, in front of three No Left Turn signs, in the exact same spot I'd previously gotten a ticket for that exact offense. Aaaaannnddd I just got a letter from California DMV telling me my license is in jeopardy. Plus you know how that effects my motorcycle teaching job......

What's the point? Well I'm pretty simplistic. I just want to get a chicken suit, light it on fire and jump off the pier. I've got to be Rowdy, because no one else will do it for me.

My birthday was yesterday and I got a gift I wanted. A nostalgic gift. A record player!! And a few great records as well. It took a few minutes to get it all set up but when that needle first dropped.......... oh I knew this was a great gift. Now the day after my birthday I'm beginning to show some of my Rowdy-ness.

It's manifesting itself in my discovery of just how much is out there on vinyl records. I had no idea. I thought records stopped being made in like 1988 or something. But no, you can buy records of music that is current right now!! So not only can I get old Peer Gynt classical records from the 50s, country music from the 60s, real rock and roll from the 70s, rap and new wave from the 80s, grunge from the 90s but like EVERYTHING.

This has created a monster in me that envisions having almost as many records as I do books. (There are about 400 books in my house) Crazy crazy crazy. Heck, San Diego has over a dozen record stores I can go to in person.

Knowing myself and my rowdy ways, as well as you and I both know them, don't be surprised if my record collection grows exponentially for a while.

(the first record I played, the soundtrack to the movie Only Lovers Left Alive. an excellent vampire movie!)