-Watch absurd amounts of football.
-Go see a Red Bulls game (or 5).
-Get a kickass internship.
-See my favorite people on Earth.
-Have a fling with a beautiful girl, make sweet love with her down by the fire from sun up to sun down, and then part ways when I go back to school because that’s what a fling is.
I’m at the same point I was at this stage when I was at WCC… Possibly even better. Perspective is nice. :)
My friend Tommy V once told me he wanted to be Bill Deutrive from King of the Hill. Tommy was a lanky dude a year my senior, who I often affectionally referred to as ‘Hippy Tom’ (nicknames were a common theme at the Dubs), due to his fondness for pajama pants, tie dye tops, a perpetual beard and laid back goofiness that often resulted in hilarity. One such time was when me, Tommy and our friends Jim (‘Jim Who Looks Like Ben Franklin’) and Greg (‘Greg Who Wants To Take Over Russia’) decided to trek to Alive at 5 in Stamford to go see Parliament and Funkadelic. Now, I love Tommy to death… But he’s made some pretty questionable decisions in his time. I’m not quite sure how he managed this, but Tommy somehow read a flier saying that PINK FLOYD was playing an 8 dollar show at some rinkydink theater down the road. Needless to say, it was a film. To this day, anytime it comes up we just say that Tom is illiterate— though clearly, we say it with love. Our underage asses were not to be deterred from ending the night on a high… Nor from getting drunk and pissing in a garage directly in front of the security camera. Anyways, Tommy, Greg, Jim and I snuck into a bar having karaoke night. I, being the shameless ham that I am, sang a soulful (re: overly dramatic and vibrato-y) rendition of “Do You Believe In Magic” to the enjoyment of the drunk patronage. Tommy then came up to me and yelled “DAVID I WANT TO SING A BEATLES SONG BUT I’M SCARED SING WITH ME!” Not knowing what Tommy sounded like as a singer, but always being down to sing, I agreed. Tommy then vanished for 10 minutes or so, and just as I was about to sing ‘Let it Be’ solo, Tommy stumbles in. What transpired next was nothing short of magical. When Tommy sang the opening verses, it sounded like it could make a wolverine purr. Of course, this was mostly because he sounded like a dying moose imitating The Beatles. *Imitates him* I almost fell over laughing, and once I regained my composure, I decided to chip in with my best Rob Halford impression. Essentially, we were chased from the bar laughing our asses off. For a year after, this was referred to as “The P-Funk Debacle”.
Stealing the sky is the best way to start the day. I can’t imagine breezing through life without singing and dancing and singing while dancing and getting looks from people across the street while singing and dancing and laughter. Oh God, laughter. I think the most beautiful people in life have an effervescent spirit. Hungry, bright, accepting but unyielding. Reveling in their passions, refusing to turn lukewarm. (Because) If there was ever a notion to be described as ‘immensely brief’, it’s the human condition, because, if you think about it, each moment we live is gone in reality but becomes an integral part of our soul. This irrepressible zest that dwells within all of us must be cultivated, and if we allow ourselves to learn from our moments and simultaneously allow our moments to fade away from our mental dwellings, we will transcend our notion of our “selves” to become a vessel for scintillating life. So let’s all let ourselves laugh at ourselves while loving ourselves. There is SO MUCH potential for soul smiles when we don’t judge, but just DO. Seriously, the other day I looked myself in the mirror and said “David, there are two ways today can go. You can either shrivel up and let your exhaustion and psoraisis and homesickness define your day, OR you can reframe your reality, you can take on the day and make it a DAY OF VICTORIES!” And I DID! Accept. Assert. As Buddy Miles said “Well my mind is goin’ through dem changes.” We are the perfect duality of ephemerality and a static soul. Yes, I WILL moonwalk down the streets (or as best I can— having seventeen left feet is not conducive to hip swaggering dance shenanigans) because there is bliss and there is peace to be found in following the impulse for joy, no matter what constructs you are in violation of. The sky is ours for the seizing! Invictus Maneo! Liebe Uber Alles! I love Orange Soda more than Kel Mitchell! I saw Beauty and the Beast in 3D five times in one week last year! I played drums in a grunge band and in our first concert forgot there was a second half to Heart Shaped Box and played a goofy drum solo for 2 minutes! I am PROUD to say I do what I love because I love it.