#masterfully3

[devastationwagon]

What was it like in that student ghetto? Will you tell us about that?

If you were out walking, you would hear the sound of a band practicing in the basement every block. Every house was large, built close together in the early 1900s and teeming with kids in their 20s, usually draped all over their front porch, 40s insulated by brown paper bags. It was a mix dangerous nonsense and just plain nonsense, fun parties, basement shows, arrests, naps in the sun, loud music, and skateboard accidents. It was a magical place full of “fuck around and find out” energy, and some days I miss it terribly. 

[mudwerks]

I’m really sorry to hear about your loss. Your song was moving.

thank you very much! 

that honestly means a lot to me, I wanted to capture some piece of what we go through when we lose something irreplaceable, and can never hope to understand why.

[devastationwagon]

Thoughts on Tumblr ads?

I think they are awful and frequently hilarious. They are the same amount of dumb elsewhere, though. So, they serve as a reminder of the tire fire that monetizing our attention has become.

Here’s a favorite though.

So much ominous portent, so much thievery of a real person’s photo. This man is probably a sweet dude from the grizzled North, but now he’s trying to scare me away from retiring anywhere. I feel a strong Scooby-Doo vibe.

[devastationwagon]

73

73. Have you ever felt like dying?

I have felt like I was dying, because I didn’t know what a panic attack was. I have so tired and worn out that I could imagine death as a really really good sleep.

I’ve never felt the urge to want to die. I think it’s because I sat with people I loved and watched them die when I was young enough to feel it all, the nothingness, the light switch.

I still wrote bad poetry about it.

[devastationwagon]

15

15. Relationship status:

I’ve been seeing this girl for 22 years. I’m starting to think she wants more than just friendship.

[devastationwagon]

Thoughts on Trump rallies?

[devastationwagon]

57

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Fear of wasps.

Fear of really being seen.

Believing my only real worth is what I do for other people.

[devastationwagon]

I’m so sorry you lost your cat last night. I hope things are ok. I send good vibes.

Thank you so much. Her little sister is still here, but I have to say that they are the last symbols of how life used to be with children in this house.