Sunday, March 07, 2010

Vanishing Point

I was reminded what it felt like to just disappear, which is something that deep. down, for whatever reason, I love to do from time to time. One of my favorite things is realizing that no one, and I mean no one, knows exactly where you are or what you're doing, except those in your immediate vicinity. And most of those folks don't know you.

I was reminded of home cooked desserts, familiar scents, circumstances and feelings. Long overdue apologies, catch phrases for a sudden attack dinner, card games and a cast of characters that faded away so long ago.

It was like an all too familiar drug, one that you haven't done in a long time. A good drug, if you will. A very good drug.

Then the driver called and it was time to go...

The last 48 hours kind of went like this.
Not really, but close enough if you're a storyteller.
And I am.

"Driving out of Vegas in their automobile
She was in the backseat while he was at the wheel
With the windows wide open
All the money from the store, they'd gambled away
He said, 'The best laid plans often go astray.'
She took the page of her book and turned it down
She lit a cigarette, she didn't make a sound
"And I know if we'd had just one more chance,' he said
'I know, we'd finally hit the big one at last,' she said

Instead of another lost weekend
Lost weekend
Another lost weekend
Lost weekend

'Pull over soon,' she said, 'it's no big deal,
You can take any exit that you happen to feel is the right one.'
The right one
As she slowly blew her smoke out of the rear wind vent
She thought back on all the letters she'd sent
For a contest to be on a quiz game show
'Maybe I shoulda' stayed in school,' he said
'Yeah, I know, start your own business cleaning swimming pools,' she said.

Instead of another lost weekend
Lost weekend
Another lost weekend
Lost weekend

She leaned forward over the front seat and twiddled with the radio dial
She looked out the window, saw a sign and both of them began to smile
'There's a place we could stay's up another mile.'

I sketched out some potential t-shirt designs for the book release party.

And I gave away my round, wire-frame glasses...

Cover Star: The Potential T-Shirt Sketches
Headlining Band: Wall of Fuckin' Voodoo. Live 1983.

1 comment:

Chip Willis said...

vanishing points are needed if proper perspective is important.