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Chronic Strap-On Bliss
December 28, 2005
I'm so fucking psyched. Last night, I was cleaning up my room and I stumbled upon a little mini-zine I released along with my old zine, bAnal Probe. This mini zine included two stories from two of my best friends at the time, one was by Bryan about some drumming thing...maybe a crash worship show? I dunno, because I didn't reread it.
What I did read was "Bigfoot Thunder," which was Eddy Puss' (aka Hay-Rolled, aka Mr. Lehman)'s recounting of the bizarre and seemy world of the monster truck rally. Oh My God it is so funny that I think I'm going to have to reprint it sometime. Soon.
And I got to thinking about Harold. We pretty much stopped talking around the time I got pregnant, for any of several reasons, most of which I think might have been my fault - kind of like an aggressive negligence. Because I'm dumb. Or was.
The first time I met Harold was at the behest of a pen pal from Virginia, I think, who told me he had this really cool friend who had just moved to Austin and was looking for people to hang out with. So we hung out, and it turned out my pen pal was right. Harold was always so easy and fun to hang out with. He's fucking funny and talented and just a really neat person. Damn. I'm dumb!
So I googled him, and was delighted to find he has a really cool website and he's still doing music and artwork and is all-around Harold still and gosh that's always really nice, isn't it? When people who are dear are still doing those things that endear them to us. Particularly as I get older and find that fewer and fewer of my artistic/creative friends are holding on to the values we held when we were younger. It's precious to me.
I took a chance and emailed him. I told him I WAS WRONG, because I was. I never should have let Harold slip away. He was someone important, and there were dumb non-reasons for letting him go. And it hit me really hard how much I miss him.
And he wrote back. Which...YAY! He's still in Austin and sometime soon I get to have some yummy Harold-y goodness in my life. Yay google! Yay old friends! Yay Harold!
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