The way I’ve been axing friends and alienating people these days, it took huevos grandes admitting that you know Messy, Heathcliffe. But it’s true. & Heathcliffe rocks da house! ((Actually He’s a mostly chill fella, best I can tell ya. I can’t speak for Heath.))

A thing about that TRIAGE essay: I’d have deleted it a half-hour after posting it, had the “delete” button been functional. Could still delete it but then there’d be a big useless empty rude-assed box with no beginning. It was a sentimental blather. So take it with a grain of salt (same with most everything I’ve said to anyone at any time..this twisted strange year) as all I have left is the protocol, the desperation, the agitation, those goddamned lame-assed revenue fleecing capitali-fascist automated speeding citations, ..the love, ..always the love, and..some youthful wonder kept warm by two sons persevering in this one-dimensional-21st-Century-shitstorm-so-called `society` under fuckthumb. The latter two, love & youth, are hanging on by threads..flailing in the cold winds of bacteria and the staggering status quo of the plutarchy. & I know I’m supposed to be spiritually lifted by this experience, humbled and grateful and moved to simple service. ..I am. …….But still..

I do love ya though, Heath. You & yours have been like distant-near family..or..something. More so before Luke came to visit, but I understand. & the internet is a freakish thing. Makes for indefinable connections. …We all root for each other..anyway….and that’s something. This inscrutable board is better for your threads. Too smart for me most of the time anymore ..so usually I just read it ..and weep.

The fellas probably don’t know that even at your age you can still most likely kick their asses…lol. Knocked my head back on straight a couple o times this past decade, surely.

(I only wish the ladies & gents would step up the banter a little more ..to keep you sharp, tap into the wellhead..so to speak---no doubt we've all been a little less than stellar fodder for repartee. *The topics are out there, though, if only some a the tribe weren’t so selfish and stuck-up with their opinions, hanging on so tight to everything & nothing about what’s been goin’ on around them.)

Maya’s still in the big white marble warehouse since spiking fevers last week, holding her own, plans to come home with me soon, smiling through the pokies and bad food and good flicks on DVD. Been some ride ..tryin' to sustain this road to recovery.

Silvercat went to Homecoming and had a blast, dutifully escorted the HomecomingQueen. The grandfather of a junior player walked up to him; Silvercat shook his hand. The grandpa looked up into his seventeen yr. old eyes and asked him if he’s ready for basketball season. He said, "Yes, sir, am I EVER." Grandpa said, “I should probably get your autograph, son, I think you must be goin’ places." (So whatever happens come what may, we haven’t stopped ..um ..dreamin’ a li’l dream..anyway.)

Sorry 'bout the memoir guys, just had to shake some shit off …and this place feels kinda like a [good] pub [sometimes].

~~ Make Sense Not WAR

((Congrats ..again.. Dan & lovely Mrs. Dan. ~~Maya says so too.))

P.S. I sure would dig hearing what THOSE two from your brood (who shall remain nameless dbisly) reeaallly think about TRIAGE. And then again later in a year or so after they’ve listened to it a coupla dozen times. An email from either would not suck one bit; nope. For me TRIAGE is the most honest & ingenuously [human] illustrated depiction of America through the Eighties put to music that I have ever heard ..pondered ..brooded over. *If you ever have a few minutes to go to the “mp3” section, then “interviews” and listen to DB’s take on TRIAGE, it really helps bring much of it into perspective. Not to mention the late great Kent’s ideas---but I’m sworn to never mentioning that. & that’s not what moves me the most about TRIAGE anyway. David Baerwald did something that it took Roger Waters years & years to finally figure out how to do. He wrote three acts filled with all the rudiments of a good poignant dramatic whirlwind of deeper & deeper meaning ..with a beat [JMHO]. NEVER beating around the bush or sugarcoating the bitter pill, taking himself & then the audience to the edge of the abyss and then some, ..where he could have left us all to fall (stop-action, tableau, reality bites, curtain), and it would have been classic. But he didn’t. Because of the romantic potential that exists in every true-blue poet worth his salt. Something the trolls will never understand. In the build to climax, where paradox, disappointment, desolation, and near-surrender occur without contrition, ..a heartbeat, (come some humor/irony/denouement and) a flicker of hope….