Another excuse for people to drink a lot. I am not partaking in this holiday. I will save it for tomorrow night.
Not a whole lot going on with me. I kind of been laying low. Last night I was very close to having a black out/panic attack. I don't know which is which, so lets just say a Black Out Attack. I couldn't breath and I felt ill and weak in the head and body. It was not fun, but I sat down on the couch and just chilled for a while. All better now. yea! This morning I got tooth paste in my ear (I brush my teeth in the shower in the morning to save time and water) and then a mosquito bit my ankle in my car. So it was kind of a rough start of the day, but it smoothed over.
So yesterday I said I went to the mall. I'm not going to cover my mall experience by all means, though I did buy some new flip flops. They make noise too, just not as loud as the old ones. I guess all flip flops do that. Is that why they are called flip flops? hmm...
Anyways, that leads into this entry. While at the mall I saw this bigger guy all inked up wearing a Morrissey shirt, a different one from what I got at the show a few weeks ago. Of course I have to say something to him. Being a Morrissey fan is a big deal. You are a family. You get it, others don't. They want to be like you, they can't. So I said I dig your shirt and that strikes up a 10 min convo about Moz. If this guy was wearing another shirt, nothing would be said and I would stayed clear from him. Not that me and this guy are going to be friends or anything, but we were connected. He understood why we were talking and he appreciated it.
It is somewhat of a respect thing. Last week while wearing my Moz shirt, I went to a get a burrito for dinner. I went inside, strutting my shit. I knew what shirt I had on. I felt proud to have it on. It seemed like all eyes were on me. I liked it. I felt respected. The guy who made my burrito even hooked me up with a free drink and cookie. Personally, I think it is because of the shirt. He respected it. He knew what I was about and he knew he couldn't relate. He wanted to, but he can only dream in the meantime.
Like I said earlier in this, it is either you get it or you don't. I think there are a lot of you out there that would get it. If you sat down and listened to a Morrissey or The Smiths album, eventually the pieces come together. Once you get hooked, you are in and there is no turning back. Yes, this sounds so snobby, but that comes with being a follower. It is also not like you are better than the other person, but part of you deep down inside believes that you are because you get it.
Anyways...that is all I got for today.
Here is a Morrissey song, which is what he closed with last month when I saw him. (not my fav but whatever. It is still the Moz. Just don't base your liking off this song, it won't convince you. Either Moz himself, The Smiths or I can do that.)
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