I'm it again. It all comes back, doesn't it.
Morgan Lucas Schuldt has tagged me to list five little-known things about myself. Hmmmm. I thought when I read that. I used to hate being it, but, I thought, it shouldn't be so bad as a "grown-up"...And then these five things occurred to me:
1. Between the ages of 7 and 10 I sincerely considered the idea that I was God, and that everyone around me knew this, but no-one was allowed to reveal that they knew anything. Not to me or to each other. I was sure that EVERYTHING that happened was set up, staged, and nothing would ever deviate from the plan. And clearly, there was a plan. I was the only one who didn't know the rules of the game, or the details of the plans-but somehow, I had made the rules and the plan back before my memory was erased. It was complicated.
2. I have an extra rib and my last lumbar vertebrae is fused to my sacrum.
3. For a brief period I was obsessed with Def Leppard? Especially "Pour Some Sugar on Meeee" and Pyromania. So I ripped my clothes with a kitchen steak knife and waxed (actually VO5'd) up my hair and danced with a tennis racket in front of the mirror screaming it at myself as it blasted in the background (on my tape player that was one of those earlier renditions of what we later called a walkman). I swallowed two "Christmas Trees" during this event. That same night, I went babysitting at a tiny motel in town, dressed like this. The "parents" left a bevy of canned beer on a bed of ice in the tub. I drank it and watched the tv loud. Was there a kid there? I don't remember. I was...15?
4. I received the gift of tongues when I was 12. I lost it again, when I was uhhh 12. Years later I would discover the gift of fingers and thumbs and hold my tongue. The gift of tongue (singular) was a gift I learned to give, and I was a quick learner.
5. One year a friend of mine and I decided to take a crazy train trip the day after Christmas from Nogales to Tepic Mexico. The train was full of people and we were separated by the conductor. The windows were open on the train, it was snowing outside, and we were put in the seats next to the stinking bathroom. The seats were simply wood with a thin layer of leatherlike material covering the wood. We were bundled up as if we were going out to build a snowman. She got assigned to the seat behind me with the friendly American traveler that shared his cigarettes, and I got the seat (aisle side), next to the young smooth faced girl with a perpetual smile and crisp wide eyes whose entire extended family (I'm guessing) filled at least six rows of seats in front of us. The ride was an overnighter, and so you slept sitting up, if you could sleep. My girl leaned up against the window with her nice Mexican blanket and slept like a babe. I sat up bolt straight in my puffy down jacket and hallucinated the entire night. I did not want to slip off and lean, even slightly, against my sweet little seat mate because her entire family had been trying to hook me up with her all that first day, thinking I was a boy. I did not tell them I was not a boy. I don't even know if I tried. All day they turned their heads around a smiled at me, gesturing and giggling, winking and nodding at me, and were clearly trying to encourage me to warm up to their young, single, available (?) niece, cousin, daughter, grandaughter (?), I didn't speak very fluent Spanish. It was hell on earth. I guess you could say I lied and suffered for it. I had long since come to understand that I was clearly NOT God.
And now I am charged to "tag" five others...so I choose: M.S.Rerick, Sommrbrowning, TC Tolbert, Rodney Phillips, and Morgan, for five more things.
1. Between the ages of 7 and 10 I sincerely considered the idea that I was God, and that everyone around me knew this, but no-one was allowed to reveal that they knew anything. Not to me or to each other. I was sure that EVERYTHING that happened was set up, staged, and nothing would ever deviate from the plan. And clearly, there was a plan. I was the only one who didn't know the rules of the game, or the details of the plans-but somehow, I had made the rules and the plan back before my memory was erased. It was complicated.
2. I have an extra rib and my last lumbar vertebrae is fused to my sacrum.
3. For a brief period I was obsessed with Def Leppard? Especially "Pour Some Sugar on Meeee" and Pyromania. So I ripped my clothes with a kitchen steak knife and waxed (actually VO5'd) up my hair and danced with a tennis racket in front of the mirror screaming it at myself as it blasted in the background (on my tape player that was one of those earlier renditions of what we later called a walkman). I swallowed two "Christmas Trees" during this event. That same night, I went babysitting at a tiny motel in town, dressed like this. The "parents" left a bevy of canned beer on a bed of ice in the tub. I drank it and watched the tv loud. Was there a kid there? I don't remember. I was...15?
4. I received the gift of tongues when I was 12. I lost it again, when I was uhhh 12. Years later I would discover the gift of fingers and thumbs and hold my tongue. The gift of tongue (singular) was a gift I learned to give, and I was a quick learner.
5. One year a friend of mine and I decided to take a crazy train trip the day after Christmas from Nogales to Tepic Mexico. The train was full of people and we were separated by the conductor. The windows were open on the train, it was snowing outside, and we were put in the seats next to the stinking bathroom. The seats were simply wood with a thin layer of leatherlike material covering the wood. We were bundled up as if we were going out to build a snowman. She got assigned to the seat behind me with the friendly American traveler that shared his cigarettes, and I got the seat (aisle side), next to the young smooth faced girl with a perpetual smile and crisp wide eyes whose entire extended family (I'm guessing) filled at least six rows of seats in front of us. The ride was an overnighter, and so you slept sitting up, if you could sleep. My girl leaned up against the window with her nice Mexican blanket and slept like a babe. I sat up bolt straight in my puffy down jacket and hallucinated the entire night. I did not want to slip off and lean, even slightly, against my sweet little seat mate because her entire family had been trying to hook me up with her all that first day, thinking I was a boy. I did not tell them I was not a boy. I don't even know if I tried. All day they turned their heads around a smiled at me, gesturing and giggling, winking and nodding at me, and were clearly trying to encourage me to warm up to their young, single, available (?) niece, cousin, daughter, grandaughter (?), I didn't speak very fluent Spanish. It was hell on earth. I guess you could say I lied and suffered for it. I had long since come to understand that I was clearly NOT God.
And now I am charged to "tag" five others...so I choose: M.S.Rerick, Sommrbrowning, TC Tolbert, Rodney Phillips, and Morgan, for five more things.
posted by name at 10:46:00 AM
3 Comments:
i think i understand this tagging business. it's on all the buildings where i live.
i never thought of it thataway. I hope you are not offended? It makes me frustrated and angry when gangs tag my wall in the alley. They do it all the time...yeah yeah.
i like your new picture.
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