And all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars
--GNR
An old friend of mine, Righters Blok, recently paid me a visit. It's always a surprise when he drops by, just shows up out of nowhere. Never seems to say much of anything but you damn sure can't get anything done while he's around.
You could say that we always have a good time together but you'd be lying. After many years of these visits I've come to understand that there's not much you can do to make him leave, best to just sit with him until he gets bored and leaves of his own accord.
Once in a blue moon or so music will run him off. Doesn't always work but I still try, pick out a proper tune and then play it on repeat until either he or the neighbors can't take it anymore. Usually it's the neighbors.
Tonight was an aqua moon, so it kind of worked. Righter left at least, but now there's a civil war in my head. I don't need it but my hands are tied.
