Aug 28, 2011

Birthday Boy


Since I've never been in this kind of situation before, I don't know how appropriate it is to mark this day.

You would have been 35.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Badger.



Aug 19, 2011

Coop: or, What I Got, Part the Second



[Note:  So, I wrote this shortly after my previous Coop-based blog post, but I just couldn't manage to edit or revise.  But I can't add anything new until I post it, since I can't stand to have a Part the First without a Part the Second.  So here it is, in all of it's un-revised, un-edited glory.  ~Lulu]

Another strange thing about the way Coop magically shows up at the exact moment I need an old friend around is that he has no idea that he’s doing it. It just so happens that at the exact moment the proverbial shit hits the even more proverbial fan in my life, Coop starts to feel old, so he looks me up to get a hit of youth.


Now, Coop isn’t old at all. He’s maybe six months to a year older than me. But he starts to feel old. And really, he started a family super young, and you know, he’s got three little kids and a wife and a mortgage and he has to work two jobs to keep it all afloat—dude, I start to feel a little haggard just thinking about it. And since his whole reason to move to The Snowy Cities in the first place was to make music with his band, I can see how he’d feel like his youth has slipped away.


So he calls me. And asks me what new bands I’m listening to and what places I’ve traveled to and what trouble I’ve gotten into and yeah, maybe who I’ve lent my heart out to. He wants to hear about my “adventures” because for him, I think it helps him remember his youth. (Which totally isn’t gone—it just feels like it’s gone.) But because I don’t have a partner or kids or a house or Cub Scouts meetings or anything like that, he thinks I’m still “young”.


Which I am, but not in the way he means it.