It's funny, but not funny. Terry Hall died. I always thought that the Specials were the coolest of the ska bands. But you know what? That was a long time ago. I used to go to this place called the Metroplex. I started going there when I was fourteen or fifteen. It was downtown, and I loved it. I couldn't drive and I would bum rides off anyone just to be there. I saw tons of cool punk bands and it lead to this massive love of music that used to encompass all of my Saturdays, when my old best dead friend and I would spend the day going to every record store in town looking for albums, then eat burritos or pizza at the local places that aren't around anymore.
Even when I was in my thirties, I would trudge up the hill in Tijuana, listening to "You're Wondering Now" on my iPod. A good friend of mine in college used to play that on an acoustic guitar, at Sylvia's Atomic Cafe in Candler Park. It's obviously not there anymore.
You never know how much you have lost until it's gone, Terry.
These months have been weird. World Cup occupied a lot of my non-work time. I am not really into sports, but World Cup does something for me. The Mexico national team does something for me. I was shocked when Ochoa blocked the Polish goal, and I was on my feet, screaming. I haven't felt something that spontaneous and real for a while.
Lola's latest surgery came back non-malignant. I cleaned the house and the car. I took a super shower and plan to bathe Lola, too. We will be clean and ready for the new year.
Ready.
*Title, The Specials
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