I’m not a bright man. I’m not saying my head is empty, but what it’s full of is of absolutely no practical use to anyone. I mean, I could tell you the label that some obscure doo-wop group recorded on years before I was born, and call out all the names of character actors in bad 80s cop shows, but I walk out of the house with my fly open about 40% of the time. It’s a wonder I made to as old as I am. There’s supposed to be wisdom with age, but I am living proof that’s not necessarily the case.
The current state of the world is such a source of befuddlement to me that I’ve completely given up trying to form any cogent world view or make sense of it in any way. I don’t know, maybe it’s for the best. If I knew more, maybe I’d just be more upset about things, like most of the smart people I know.
Thank goodness I have music, and the fine people of DUAN who are always there to show a little empathy (even when it’s just a pat on the head and a “bless your heart”). And maybe – just maybe – tonight I will find that a few of you have also found yourselves confused, muddled, perplexed, flummoxed, discombobulated, non-plussed, at sea, and more words that I would totally look up in a thesaurus if I could remember how to spell “thesaurus”.
Oh, and I almost forgot, but thankfully I have it written on my hand: THANK YOU ALL FOR SUPPORTING DEADSPLINTER AND DUAN. Also, have any of you seen my keys?