One big thing in moving back to Peoria was getting used to driving a car again. I hadn’t driven for over 19 years and it took a while to get comfortable being on the road again. I’m okay driving around in the city and it’s starting to get familiar again, I’ve even started getting used to driving on the interstate, which was a little scary in the beginning.
Driving has led to me doing things that I haven’t done in years, getting gas for instance. The only time I got gas in New York was when I would eat too much Mexican food (rimshot.) Another thing is getting my car washed. I haven’t gone through the car wash in close to twenty years and today’s the day to try that again and you’re welcome to come along! Fasten your safety belts and let’s go!
Refugee by Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers is on the radio. In the song, Tom is advising someone not to live like a refugee. That's very good advice and I think I'm doing a very non-refugee thing right now by getting my car washed. Something a refugee would never, ever do, so there!
This stoplight. And as we all know, green means go, so I'm putting the pedal to the metal.
We're getting close!
I went with the Ultra Supreme. I'm not here to fuck around! I refuse to live like a refugee!
REO Speedwagon is on the radio now. I wrote on Twitter a while back that I hadn't heard REO for 19 years and when I moved back to Peoria I heard them 27 times the first two days back! Peoria radio loves REO Speedwagon!
Okay, the green arrow is up and as we learned earlier, green means go, so let's move forward!
I forgot how relaxing it is in the car wash when the water is beating down on your car, all the troubles of the world have disappeared and you can just let your mind kind of shut down and wander...wander into fields where exploding juniper prisms gently prod you with gilding radners.
Time stands still while your brain freezes and you decipher that the underworld and rebirth are twins that are separated at mirth. Shadows dance and succeed as you realize that worshipping the divine palette brings a line of grateful and laughing statues.
Massive contradictions flood your skull, then suddenly it’s Lady of Spain-fully oblivious that images are just arguments between opposing pixels and that the colors that shape them constantly introduce motion with a new equilibrium until it bleeds itself into a de-saturated rainbow.
These familiar images fade as acorns begin to pile themselves unto a universe of satin meteoric streams. Corrugated cookie-cutter corporate agencies loom dangerously in the distance and then fade as they fail to absorb sunshine, morality plays, or thoughts born of an original basis.
Thoughts that rapidly accelerate in power as complexity grows horns, seemingly at the same time that they (these thoughts) laugh at frozen mechanical ratios. The notion of the American Dream has been halted as you assume a neon-tinged meteorite glow. Sometimes life shines on you and you realize that money is the color of sickness for a very good reason.
This glow explodes as you sense that gravitation is gone and has been replaced by the curve of steam.
Life, you realize, is a lump of mortality. A lump of mortality singing Manfred Mann songs at 78 rpm, on a stage built by wandering butchers in search of a better life and a tastier cup of meat. The Meaty Quinn roars in pan-fried approval. It truly is a rare sight that very quickly becomes well done. After you send it back, of courses for horses.
One imagines a Greek afterlife as you Simon tastily pull out of the Arabic ratios and out into the street as your mind slowly travels back to reality.
You park, surrendering to the void and you realize that only one thing in life truly matters: You really don’t have to live like a refugee! At least I don’t! Check out the shine on this motherfucker! Shine on, have a great Friday and we’ll see you all tomorrow!