Kris L.

Demon Cleaner
2001-11-30 23:12:14 (UTC)

Is God A Mean Lady?

Last night on the way home from work, I was in my dad's
truck, and turned on the radio. As I'm driving, the DJ
nochalantly said that George Harrison had died, and then
played Got My Mind Set On You by him.

Fuck...me. I had heard he was sick, and then kept hearing
that he was fine, and it alternated between fine and sick.
So, basically, now he's dead.

I am sad for a bunch of reasons, but I think the main one
is that it brings me closer to a sense of my own mortality.
I was 4 when John Lennon was murdered. I was alive at the
same time all 4 Beatles were alive. Now there are two left.
Granted, one of them is Paul McCartney, and his new album
is the fucking JAM, man. It's awesome. But, George Harrison
is gone. He was such a powerful influence on me as a
songwriter. He died of cancer, maybe the brain, maybe the
throat. Just like that. John Lennon died of gunshots to his
upper body. Just like that.

What kills me is that Enrique Iglesias and Barry Manilow
just had new albums come out. And they'll be around for-
fucking-ever. Great.

Kris




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