So, I have a few heroes, and maybe it's a statement on me as a person and on my sanity that most of those heroes are fictitious. Guys like "The Dude" and Spider Jerusalem deeply affected me in those years after I was first exposed to them. Hunter Thompson is another make-believe hero of mine because who he was on the page, the man I knew in that context was no more real than the sweet baby Jesus or the Hitler Brendan loves so deeply. But one, one of my heroes is as real as cancer or a sugar blister: Greg Graffin. If tomorrow the chips fall where they may and where they may is in a pile of shit and then if that pile of shit and chips hits the fan and then all of that is attacked by Zombies, then Greg Graffin is the man I'm listening to when they start handing our rifles and chanting, "Head Shot." That's just how I roll.
But now it seems that Graffin is making what I think is a reality show about being the lead singer for a punk rock band and a college professor.
I'm going to go quietly open up some veins, listen to the Cure, and die a little more inside.
Friday, October 30, 2009
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