tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130622.post7791888635138736303..comments2023-10-18T03:06:25.107-07:00Comments on The Daily Growler: BoredThe Daily Growlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15052460567863294528noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130622.post-3053040665692124902007-11-24T18:35:00.000-08:002007-11-24T18:35:00.000-08:00I don't know how to apologize.My problem deals wit...I don't know how to apologize.<BR/>My problem deals with my identity. Who the hell am I, womantrumpetplayer? I think therefore I know not. I am neurotic; I've admitted that. However, I haven't admitted I'm schizophrenic and have so many identities...but you don't want to hear excuses...<BR/><BR/>or, How about, I can't be in two places at once--to which my brain is already challenging me to a 'Why not?'--an attitude I face daily from my many personalities...<BR/><BR/>I usually escape to my beloved Davenport, Iowa, when I'm disgusted with my societal encampment...<BR/><BR/>But not this time--I live for Irony don't forget--this time found me wallowing in a cesspool of Commie Chinese bird-flu brand turkey meat cooked for me by a tinhorn Merle-Haggard-imitation guitar player and sculptor--no, and I haven't either seen any of Merle Haggard's sculptures...<BR/><BR/>Drinking beers...ugh...but we hillbillyed all the way over to Bakersfield.<BR/><BR/>Have you ever been to Barstow? At LA's asshole...<BR/><BR/>I find you fascinating womantrumpetplayer but if I met you--<BR/><BR/>I was forced into writing on the Growler blog by an unmerciless bunch of conivving friends, some of whom have claims on me...have copyrighted my ass...<BR/><BR/>Does this make sense to you?--you are good at reading between lines aren't you? Oh to be able to write to where all meaning is between the lines!<BR/><BR/>I like a true wolf avoid as many human beings (my downfall just like they are yours) as possible and I do a good job of it though if you know where I'm at in Manhattan and see me there and know it's me, I'm very friendly--most people, however, never get to that point...<BR/><BR/>Again, I like knowing you as the womantrumpetplayer...that's the reality I dig being in.<BR/><BR/>thegrowlingwolfThe Daily Growlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15052460567863294528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130622.post-23116719400931986612007-11-24T05:58:00.000-08:002007-11-24T05:58:00.000-08:00Why didn't you post my comment? Are you mad at me...Why didn't you post my comment? Are you mad at me? Or didn't you get it? It was about being in NYC for my birthday which was yesterday.Marybethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13278520565186414844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130622.post-89983720834152372372007-11-19T15:42:00.000-08:002007-11-19T15:42:00.000-08:00I'm coming home for my birthday, which falls on th...I'm coming home for my birthday, which falls on the day after Thanksgiving this year, as it did the day I was born, the first day of Sagittarius, on the cusp, galloping away from the lowly Scorpion with an arrow aimed for the heavens. "You're a fire sign on the cusp, just like me. That's why I like you so much." So said one Matthew, wild-assed drummer boy, to me, back in the day. He liked me so much, once upon a time. I liked him so much too. Home, by the way, is New York City. Sooo, thewomantrumpetplayer wonders if thegrowlingwolf is the least bit inclined toward meeting his "public", as it were. I'll be prancing around lower Manhattan with my Berkeley Public Library copy of "Let It Blurt" under my arm. I'll be suspicious of every 5'10" guy in trendy red and blue kangaroo skin sneaks, who looks like he might have weighed 165 lbs in 1962. There's all sorts of shit that I would tell you face to face about Matty and crowd that I wouldn't put in a post.Marybethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13278520565186414844noreply@blogger.com