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I Have Trouble Explaining Myself Sometimes before/after [I flow like a typhoon, daily and nightly. Will it ever stop? Yo. I don't know. Turn up the lights, and lets go. To the extreme, I rock a mic like a vandal, light up a stage, and wax a chump like a candle. Dance.] Bear with me while I explain this. This happened a few weeks ago. Anyway, I was walking back to a scenic vista over the river valley, some locals were conversing on the overlook proper. Being in total solitude for the better part of the week, I sought to say hello. A:"How do." local:"Uh...hey man, what's going on?" And I left to the other view of the overlook. They were engrossed in their conversation. I took some pictures and came back to the scene of the crime. Being in solitude endears one to one's own thoughts, and I tend to talk to myself after too long. Not so much, though. Not carrying on whole conversations. More like exhuberistic overflow. And I had been listening to a lot of Johnny Cash at the time. Now, Johnny had been diagnosed with Parkinsons a few years back. Johnny shakes, much like Ozzy Osbourne does, but I believe that in both of these cases, its not Parkinson's but leftovers of years of drug abuse. At least, in Johnny's case, it was a mis-diagnoses. And I pondered the turn of events that led those men to that state, I also, in the back of my mind, played back a couple cuts from Johnny's album, "American Recordings", a particular cut called "Why Me Lord," or something, where Johnny recounts his luck. At the time, I did not know this. I thought he was merely bitching. As in 'poor me,why me', rather than, 'why have I been so lucky, why me.' So, as I left the overlook, I began flailing my arms about with limp wrists like the retarded, and saying in a high, tremulous voice, "Ohhhh, feeeel sorrry for meeeee I have Parkinson's....ohhhhh, poor meeeee I have Parkinson's feeel sorry for meeeeee." rather loudly. Unbeknownst to me, the one local that I greeted was headed towards me, and heard the whole thing. We shared an awkward silence as I lowered my head and went to my car, and I laughed a single hard chuckle as I sped down the road. How the fuck do you explain something like that? I need to be shot or heavily medicated with sedatives or something.
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