So I just finished my weekly recitation of the 99 Adorations to Dionysos and went outside to have a cigarette before getting ready for work and one of my crazy neighbors walks up to me, pulls out a baggy and gives me a large handful of weed saying she inexplicably felt I should have some.
I swear, Dionysos is the best fucking god ever.
I’m … I’m almost in tears I’m so touched.
It’s always 4:20 on the Dionysian clock. Or, sundial, rather That seems more like Him.
Well, Dionysos was hailed as Aisumnetes.
WIN.
Epic WIN!
That’s better than the “welcome wagon” that just, inexplicably, came to the door, a good two weeks before the housewarming, after my friend Eddé moved in at his old place in Detroit.
*knock knock*
(Scott answers door) Hi.
Oh, hey man. Is your friend here?
Which one?
The one who smokes.
Oh, did Eddé call you? Let me get him.
Half an hour later, Eddé revealed that he neither called that guy, nor knew who he was, prior. He was just a local guy with some extra and looking for someone to smoke down with.
Heh. I’d totally do that too.
i want neighbors like that
No you don’t. She’s … not the good kind of crazy.
I suppose that says something bad about me that I was still willing to accept drugs from her.
i don’t think its bad, I think its that we accept what is freely given in a way that we trust that our gods would not give it to us if it weren’t ok but I’m fairly nuts myself by most accounts
And if it’s not, the results will be … interesting!
Dirty hippy >.>
Naw, I’m much more of a beatnik … and not just because I hate hippies.
I figured you’d respond to accusations of hippiness in such a way. After all, Morrison considered himself more of a Beat poet than having had anything to do with the Flower Power kids. And Manzarek and Densmore were more Jazz musicians than rock n’ roll.
Seriously, kids, The Doors were not a hippie band.
Oh, absolutely. Plus Ginsberg and Burroughs have hugely influenced my writing style and parts of my philosophy. Ferlinghetti a little as well, but I honestly can’t stand Kerouac. (As bad as his writing is, any time I’ve seen footage of him talking or reading I’ve had to restrain the urge to punch him in the throat.) I should probably name drop some of the more obscure Beats, but honestly I got into them in high school and most didn’t stick. Ginsberg and Burroughs, though, I go back and reread every couple of years.