Last year we bought our first nice patio set. Meaning it wasn't plastic. We were proud. We faithfully ate outside whenever the weather was decent enough. Life was good. I wrote poems and songs about the patio table. However being recently new to the nice patio table scene, we made a tragic mistake. We left the umbrella up. One day a storm came and the umbrella was caught in the wind. I came home to discover our patio table had shattered and lay in a massive heap of glass (like a pile of ice cubes.) I wept. I tore my hair out. I wore black and played Depeche Mode over and over again.

Time passed. Summer came again. We went in search of a new table. Our patio set was a "spiced mocha" color (I don't remember that crayon color) - brown for us heathen. The tables this year are slate, white or green. No spiced mocha. And the stores politely inform us that we can't just buy a table, we need to buy another set. Right. I then call glass companies to see about forging a new replacement. Sure they could do it, but they tell me up front that it would be cheaper to buy another table. Right. Then I call the manufacturer to check about a replacement. They tell it would be cheaper to buy another table.

I sense a dark and sinister conspiracy. They know I am weak and grieving ...

Bastards.

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Published: (2005-07-13 15:59:03.0)

I snapped up Alice in Chain's Jar of Flies as soon as it came out. And proceeded to play it into the ground. I carried it around with me and played it on my friend's systems, proclaiming that they it was imperative that they listen to the CD. They would amuse me and put it on as we sat around and talked. Usually about midway through, they would pause and turn to the stereo and say "wow, that is good." Mission completed.

Jar of Flies was the first and only EP to reach #1 in the US album Billboard chart.

I found this amusing note from one of the band's biography: "Jerry Cantrell blows his chance for rock immortality when, while skydiving with Megadeth's Dave Mustaine, his parachute opens, and he lands safely."

Unfortunately, and not funny at all, heroin and cocaine claimed the life of Layne Staley at the age of 34, surely robbing us of great things to come.

"It's alright
There comes a time
Got no patience to search
For peace of mind
Layin' low
Want to take it slow
No more hiding or
Disguising truths I've sold

Everyday it's something
Hits me all so cold
Find me sittin' by myself
No excuses, then I know

It's okay
Had a bad day
Hands are bruised from
Breaking rocks all day
Drained and blue
I bleed for you
You think it's funny, well
You're drowning in it too

Yeah, it's fine
We'll walk down the line
Leave our rain, a cold
Trade for warm sunshine
You my friend
I will defend
And if we change, well
I love you anyway"

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Published: (2005-07-13 15:34:20.0)