I think about Richard Hell and the Voidoids singing. And I decided it was time to blog again.
I looked at my site, saw it’s been since Jan. 2018.
So, here I am.
Not much to say, honestly. But I miss writing every night/day. Which makes me just about like every other failed tour guide to the life of the mind
Laziness breeds indifference.
Kind of fitting for 2019.
Anyway, I found this golf ball today in my old foot locker.
No idea why I have it.
I’ve had it a long time.
I remember it.
But don’t remember the memory that should be attached. My mind is pretty damn useless sometimes.
It could be from my granddad and I playing. The one time we did.
It may just be something I took from a bar when I was drunk.
It may have been a prop from a photoshoot during the newspaper days…
It’s getting chucked in the landfill today. Whatever it is.