It's late, late for me. I've had several straight drinks, but I feel pretty good. I mean, of course I feel pretty good--but what I mean is that I'm not shitty-hammered. At least I don't think I am. Haven't stood up in a while.
I've had a few things on my mind. One, I've been listening to the Stones tonight because Charlie died. And also because that's what I usually do, regardless of Charlie. I had a feeling he wasn't doing too well, seeing as how he backed out of everything fairly early on. I tell ya, what a drummer, what a life. So unassuming, so constant, so fucking good. "Can't You Hear Me Knocking" just came on, fittingly enough. A perfect song to say goodbye, and just a great tune to showcase the mythical, backgrounded, underrated, Charlie Watts. And for my money, possibly one of the best tunes ever--if not the best. At least the first third--and if the first third of any song is in the conversation for best song ever, then it probably is. Something else on my mind has been Covid, which may have taken Charlie--not positive yet. Man, it's weird getting a shot that helps fend off a disease. Not sure what you're getting, other than some of that said disease, right? Weird. And I get that it's a choice. It's a choice because it's your body. Just like abortions, right? But abortions kill unborn children, right? But don't unvaccinated people potentially kill born children, adults, and seniors? Yeah, it's a weird situation. A lot to wrap your mind around. But...but if you choose not to get vaccinated and become contagious, can't you potentially infect numerous people without even knowing? Yeah, I think you can. And even though YOU may pull through with minor symptoms, the folks that you've shaken hands with may not. Something to think about for sure. Sometimes you gotta think of others, as much as most people suck. And with this death, disease, morbid post...I have one more thought. It's a pretty common one, but one I've been thinking a lot about due to the aforementioned topics, as well as just all of us getting old...and deeper thoughts that have no place on this blog post. What do you want to do before you die? Yes. Morgan Freeman skydiving. A bucket list post. I'm serious though. I'm not counting on a fruitful afterlife, although that'd be swell. So why not make a list? Why not fulfill those dreams...scratch those itches...satisfy those cravings? I'm all for it. Probably only one ride, so let's get our money's worth. Travel? Sure. I'd really like to go to Alaska, Australia/New Zealand, Scotland, and Germany. We've got Hawaii on our radar already, so Ima scratch that one off. Anywhere else would be fine, but if I'm on my deathbed, I'd be bummed if I didn't get off my ass and go to these places. Other jaunts are just a bonus. Owing shit? Yeah, I'd love to own some land. Land that no fucksticks could trapse on. On or around some water, preferably. I'm not too picky, I'd just like a chunk of Earth to call my own. And stuff? I like stuff. I'd like to buy a brand new car some day. Never done that. I'd like to go to the dealership and pick out exactly what I want. Rig it up to where I've got everything I need. Then drive the hell out of it. Maybe name her Gladys. But I tell ya, most everything I've talked to the Big Man about has come true. Must've rubbed the lamp the right way. Always asked for a wife and kiddos--a nice little family. Modest accommodations and vehicles were more than fine. I've got that and more. I've done what I wanted to do for a living--done most everything in the sporting goods realm, including being a guide. I'm satisfied. Wanted to start my own business--discovered I loved BBQ and here we are, building it as we speak. So, my "Bucket List" is pretty short. A few reasonable things that I think we can get done before rigor mortis sets in. It' nice to have goals. Welp, campfire's dwindling, so I'd better cash in. Maybe one more thimble of whisk before bed. That sounds nice. Night, y'all. -Earl
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