Friday, April 1, 2011
cometbus
The name Aaron Cometbus crossed my head and I'm not sure why. One of those predicaments that it's best to follow and not question. Hunter was always trying to get me to read Cometbus. I'm not sure why I seldom appeased him. He was too good for me. My brother, and his writer/drummer friend. I read a few pages and moved on to something else, nothing or shooting hoops or re-re-reading damn Salinger as usual. Still, this name, Cometbus, it peaked into my head from nowhere, obviously brought about by the clear existence of the spirit of my brother. He's dead, he's not gone entirely. I'm not a religious, nor non-religious, nor even spiritual person per se, but he's around. He's around. I should read some Cometbus. I'm sure there's plenty in the boxes of his stuff out in my garage
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