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Patris's avatar

Could be I listen to Warren Zevon more than most, and that song is one of those I tend somehow put in each playlist- whatever my intentions when I put one together, but it reminds me that life is so rich. Like recalling a delicious meal with friends I love, or realizing too young that we all live on borrowed time, but I felt as I read this, the places, the relationships (they all are however brief) and its dissolved a wall I didn’t know I built around me since this morning (after dreaming of a funeral that already happened but not in the dream) so thank you for leaving me wide awake right now.

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Ah, the good old days: I remember riding on the back of a green dirt bike to a spot overlooking a secluded beach on Lake Champlain, spying on a couple of ladies sunbathing in the nude. Making out with at least four of your exes or my priors. With a five to one ratio of women to men, Burlington was an ideal place for a lazy lover like me.

Drinking and playing pitch at the OP, eating monstrous pastrami sandwiches and listening to music at Nectar’s, all the awesome bands that came through Hunt’s

Bernie popping his head out the upstairs apartment window while Peter Mac and I were shoveling his car out of a snow bank. “Hey, I’m running for Mayor, you should come to a meeting tonight.”

Didn’t make that meeting, nor did I cast one of the ten votes he won by, but that didn’t stop me from going to the victory party. I did volunteer for his reelection, administering the Freeman’s Oath to register voters,. It was a lot more fun back then, and the stakes weren’t so high. I mean Republicans like Jim Jeffords and Dick Snelling were cooler than Madeline Kunin and that pompous ass Patrick Leahy, may he retire in power. I was friends with his flak man, who recruited me to play for his softball team in a game against the Free Press. We got clobbered, but I played great and apparently the Senator was so impressed he mentioned me in a staff meeting the following Monday.

These days I just yell at everyone online, including the young Bernie fans living on my front lawn, who play loud music all night, smoke pot all day, and refuse to vote for Biden this fall. Not that there’s anything really wrong with that.

Not a big fan of Substack after passive-aggressive, Trump/Putin loving cocksuckers like Glenn Greenwald and Matt Taibbi took up residency here. Also, although I mainly write short posts and jokes, I still favor proper punctuation, except semi-colons which are weird, and exclamation points, because fuck them. There’s nothing to get excited about and periods are a perfect ending.

John Braaten, Bay Area

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