metrome & metrolu.

when i was a kid in mount zion illinois we lived in a mustard house in a brand new subdivision connected to more subdivisions and in between they left some trees where the land was undesirable and in these nomans lands we played. some were runoff pits with frogs and snakes and turtles and broken glass. i sliced my bare foot open once following amphibians, and once i cut my middle finger bad while crossing through a rusty barbed wire fence with a knife i wasn't spose to have. i lied to maw and maybe she believed. it was a time of fantasy and lies. the family was part fantasy part lie too. i realized playing in this nomans land by the train tracks with lu today when i was smiling in a pile of leaves or discovering box turtles burrowing underneath i was sad already then too. the smiles were salve and self-relief. that was before i discovered marijuana. marijuana was tricky. it made me anxious as well as salved. a kid i met at pebble beach just texted me for some killer chron and i felt little anxious waves and then my rational mind said no duggles, you don't need that now. you probably need therapy. before you die you got to settle the score with your old man.