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Sometimes you find amazingly talented people on youtube, here’s my youtube crush I’ve never talked to, she’s a much better guitar player than me....

I’m thinking every so often I’ll post a book, just because I can, and tell you if I think you should read it or not, who WOULDN’T trust the opinions of a drunk stranger concerning classical and contemporary literature, obviously.

Treasure Island, this is a book I read as a kid, some of you may have read it as a kid or a teen.  Personally all i remembered was typical pirate story, nothing really special.  I reread this as an adult, and found it a much more interesting book.  Though written from the perspective of a young teen boy, it’s much better understood from an adult mindset.  the brief synopsis ( SPOILERS ):

Jim Hawkins is a 13 year old boy who works at his family business the Benbow Inn.  A rich seacaptain comes to town and takes residence there, where he gets drunk and generally terrorizes the patrons.  He pays Jim each week to keep lookout for any seafaring men that should happen to pass through, especially the seafaring man with one leg.

The captain as it turns out was the first mate for a crew that found a great treasure and buried it on, you guessed it treasure island.  One day one of his old crew comes in and gives him the black spot, the mark of death, and the captain chases him out with a cutlass, come in and has a heart attack.  The doctor sees him and tells him if he keeps drinking he’ll die.  the next day hes getting booze shakes and drinks and dies, shocking.

Jim and the rich doctor set up a crew and sail for treasure island.  Half the crew turns out to be the old captains crew and when they hit the island they all mutiny and fight and so on.  A giggle here, and a laugh there later and the pirates are all dead but long john silver the one legged seafarer, who weasled his way into a pardon at the bitter end.

ok, now onto why you should read this as an adult.  Well it depends on who you are I suppose, i happened to grow up in a bit of a well, a coastal town of drunken fishermen, just really like horribly accented new england drunks.  As such these sort of character i found sadly relateable and was surprised to find besides the manner in which they spoke, the conversations and things they did were the same as whats going on now 100s of years later.

Infact a I reread the book as an adult i realized the treasure, the pirates, the sword fights, really the books not about them in the least.  I mean if you like action there’s plenty, but its an interesting and very subtle narration on things like the nature of people, the futility of seeking riches, the advantage and disadvantages of fighting, and so on.  And instead of it being the sort of young adult reader book i remembered it as, it was very adult, had some of the most memorable fictional characters I can think of, and had quotes, within context, that were astonishingly good writing.  I also have a suspicion that this book is where like 60% of our conceptions of a pirate come from.

It’s a shortish book, if you like reading and havent read it since youth, try picking it up sometime, if you havent read it and think its a teen pirate novel, its not, give it a shot, its one of those books where you legitimately want to know what happens next.

I legit am envious of people who drugs and the procurement therein are their biggest problems in life.  You know they did a long term study on junkies(heroin), and found the ones who didnt die of heroin overdose, after 20, 25 years got super bored with junk and just stopped.  THAT’S the real struggle, the drug, the withdrawal, thats nothing compared to the life after, the boredom, the sleepless nights, the regret of past mistakes, the contemplation of a futureless future, the realization that you’re not special, you’re not a victim of circumstance or of substance, you’re just lazy and selfish.

Drugs are the least of your worries, life is the true horror, and life kills you like no other thing, the very oxygen you breathe destroys your cells, the gravity that holds you to earth damages your organs, the food and water you take in slowly erodes you, the shit that backs up in you festers and eats you, the germs all around you tax your immune system so long eventually it gives up.  Do drugs, dont do drugs, it really doesn’t matter, it’s all contingent on which way you want to die, and how slow you want to do it, and thats a personal choice that has nothing to do with popular opinion

“ If you wish to control others you must first control yourself…The primary thing when you take a sword in your hands is your intention to cut the enemy, whatever the means. Whenever you parry, hit, spring, strike or touch the enemy’s cutting sword, you must cut the enemy in the same movement. It is essential to attain this. If you think only of hitting, springing, striking or touching the enemy, you will not be able actually to cut him. “ - Miyomoto Musashi

Now that the new IT is out ( because no one can come up with any new ideas ) everyones all batshit about stephen king again.  We can walk up and slap the guy, hes cool but hes you know, not that big a deal to us, hes there, he writes books. 

Us New Englanders, we’re writers, and as you can tell we’re pretty cunnin in the looks department too, yessah.

Here’s me drunkenly playing” Cheap Day Return “ by Jethro Tull, I have terrible audio equipment and suggest headphones to even hear me....

A man, perhaps even you, sits one day on a rockface high above a roaring sea.  He lights a cigarette, and watches as the water batters the rocks, as he watches, for hours the waters rise and fall, he contemplates that fate itself must work in much the same way, he inserts himself into this concept and continues contemplating his existence.  

A small child happens upon the man, the rock face though precarious being easily reachable by a certain means, and pulls from her pocket a small collection of shells and rocks she has found, and how proud she is of them.  The man speaks with her awhile, about her collection and how its a wonderful collection, the only of its kind in all of existence, and produces his own pretty rock he found on his walk, and places it in her hand.

The mother, finding lost child apprehensively calls to her, seeing she is amongst company of this strange man on the rock face.  As it happens, it then comes to pass a strong breeze hits them and the frail girl is sent hurtling towards the edge of the rocks, and the man grabbing her coat, stops her from tumbling down the cliffside.

The mother frantically runs towards the man and flings herself onto him, latching on in unbenounced appreciation and depth.  The man not anticipating this, loses footing and the man and mother topple down the rocks and the child is left an orphan, just her and her rocks.

No good deed goes unpunished, as they say.