Poking the Tripped Stick

Silence the Texas Tornado? Right. That would be like standing in front of a cyclone fence and trying to stop a roiling dust devil storming across the plain with your hands held up and shouting whoa. As a matter of fact your words remind me of that Peanuts character with the dirt swirling around him. Don't give me that lack of confidence jive dude, you got more fans than Larado on a hot August night. Maybe it's just a stagefright that's been brewing from the fandom, I know, I know, I too tire of the constant adulation and recognition wherevever I go......."hey, aint you The Edge" and the constant signing of peoples blogrolls and whatever else they have handy for me to scribble my thoughts on. Ah, the price of fame.

But skeered off by a commenter? Nah, I aint buyin it. I can't write like you, I've tried a couple of times and failed and isn't that the greatest form of flattery wantin to take something from someone and make it your own cause you like it so much? Your voice is as unique as your mind is cluttered like an attic where you put all your old stuff that you can't quite bear to part with but aren't sure what to do with it all. You were mistakenly given some extra chromosome that gives you some pansexual point of view that people sop up like gravy with a scratch biscuit. You know that scene in Planes, Trains, and Automobiles where Steve Martin and John Candy wake up in the same bed spooned and arm draped and they freak even though they were contentedly sleeping? Men are like that. But you're more like the end where John Candy is invited into Steve Martins most intimate surroundings and his wife and kids are there and he offers up his holiday setting and dinner and the warmth of his household and you can tell he loves him, the lonely John Candy and wants to share his blessings with him.

You're like that.