Which band, I now wonder....

Life is like a simile, and yet it's actually a metaphor.

I came up with that quote. And I'm drawn to it because I was thinking of metaphors.

I don't get some people. Ok, sometimes I get them, an sometimes I don't. Sometimes you don't see them for a while, and they make these decisions, these judgements, that just don't make sense.

Yup, I'm talking about someone in particular. Hey, what else am I going to talk about here? The mafia?

I'm going to see a band in a few minutes. And the whole time I'm there listening to someone else's music, I'm going to try to pretend that I'm interested, and I'm not thinking about something else. Someone else.

I guess I'm kinda cut decisions were made for me, without me. No talking, discussion, nada.

Should I be angry? Dunno. Well, it aint no thrash metal band I'm listening to, so anger won't really be an option.

This is going to be more of a melancholy, remorseful gig. And me sitting in the centre of it and chain-smoking.

"F*ck this shit." That's a song by Belle and Sebastian. ANOTHER band I'm going to see alone. Or as alone as you can get surrounded by several hundred other screaming adoring fans.

F*ck the star-story. I got a thousand more where that came from. But, you know, you can have the story, or live with the story teller. And that's a decision for the reader to make.

And they're all amateur ornithologist at that. (J.D.Sal reference, for those beat and in the know)