Barbs 'n thangs  

rm_openlid69 70M
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7/16/2005 9:57 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Barbs 'n thangs


....mighta been that time by the river. Or maybe when I fell, reaching for that thing with the hooks on it. Could even have been before either. But it may not matter at all, so let's just leave it like that. For now..... (he said with an air of mystery).
A child of Rock and Roll. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Better than a Baby Boomer. Better than being a Post-war child. Better than lots of others, too, but there's no time, no space to delve.
A Good Father. That's all I really wanted to be, after deciding to be one. The most proud of one, judging from the way they (my 2 girls...more about them later, when there's more time and space to delve) developed and turned out. Nice young Ladies. What more could ya want? Let my tombstone read "He was a Good Father", then come by every now and then and whisper it to me, allowing the wind to carry it afar, so maybe people from afar will come to see who the hell you were talking about. Maybe have a party.
He lived. He died. He enjoyed making people laugh. Simple, to the point.
And oh how we laughed! Till tears ran lots of times. Like babies, only happier. Didn't matter who with; family, friends, people I knew, people I didn't. But laughed we did. Could have been a joke, could have been a sight, could have been somebody else - all laughs count. And some of them still make me laugh. Even to myself. Even at myself. Pranks, skits, plays on words, dialects, faces, pharts, you name it we did it. And we laughed.
But on a more serious note, somewhere I went wrong. Nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to answer for at the Gates to the next life. And I don't know what it is, I can't put my finger on it, I just feel that I've been a letdown to some people, including myself. Could have done better. A lot better. But using what meter to measure? Wealth, fame, everyone knows your name? Don't know, but its there, kinda lingering, just out of reach, but there. Maybe if I had that thing with the hooks. Where the hell is it?

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