Campfyre Stories

I have this one friend who, by rights, should be a whole lot cooler, hipper and having more fun than he actually is.  It’s breaking my heart to watch him these days because I can see him turning into something that he really shouldn’t be, but I don’t know how to prevent it…  I’m sure, actually, that _I_ can’t stop it.  Either he will or he won’t.

Whenever I look at him, I can almost see a specific internal conflict.  Picture two men…

There’s this bitter old man, and he’s carrying a cane.  There’s also a rock star, he’s holding a busted bottle of Jack Daniels as his weapon.  These two guys are beating the crap out of each other, fighting for dominance.

The problem is, that as far as I can see, the old man has the rock star cowering in the corner while the wails the shit out of him with the cane.  It scares me to wonder what would happen if the old man seriously disabled the rock star, because that’s the part that makes life fun…  the part that makes it worth it. 

Why be old before you even hit 30?

I’m sorry, man, but the word “allocate” should never be used in reference to rock and roll.  There’s something seriously wrong with that.

~*Working lyrics*~
I wanna live a rock and roll lifestyle
Don’t wanna live from 9 until 5
I wanna live the rock and roll lifestyle
There’s more to this living than trying to simply survive.
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I don’t know…  like I said, they’re working.  In progress.  I think the muse may be coaxing me to serenade his inner rock star into actually fighting back.

~FG };^>