rock and roll musings by Tim Byrnes

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      The last 3 (or maybe 4 ) days have been a blur. See. I got this tooth that’s just about to come out, loose as the dickens y’know? Well, I think something got up above the gum line, like a food particle or some such that’s gone renegade on me and is all infected. Either that or I have the mother of all flu bugs. Whichever, I have been shuttling back and forth between near-hallucinogenic fever and I-want-my mommy type chills and really haven’t eaten, maybe a salad and a sandwich spread over 3 (or maybe 4) days. Thank God for Buster the Dog. I have left many people behind these last few months, but Buster the Dog has stayed with me through thick and thin and stupid. Buster the Dog is a little Benjy looking terrier who I would lay my life down for (and there’s not many people I’d do that for, certainly not Lou Reed!), because Buster the Dog, right now, might be my only reason for living.
       Check it out:
       I’m in a new town and know absolutely nobody. The family I’m staying with is crumbling through divorce and drunken arguments. My sister back in the small town I left, my one time champion is no longer speaking to me because I told her soon to be ex-husband something he already knew. I’m working a part-time job at a local video store and while grateful to have it sometimes sink into depressing thoughts about ‘pushing 50 w/a high schooler’s job, way to go Byrnes” But then I think about people who haven’t screwed up their lives like I have and through know fault of their own, maybe downsizing or something, find themselves in the same boat. I wouldn’t think any less of them, would I? Why not cut myself the same break? OK, anyway, any honest work is good work and at least I’m not selling drugs. Although maybe renting video’s qualifies as ‘drug dealing’ in a warped manner of speaking.
     Where was I? (Fever’s coming in from like Georgia, might start making even less sense soon) Oh yeah, Buster the Dog! That’s my buddy! That’s him in the picture up there, licking my face as is his wont (as in he won’t stop even if I beg him to) No matter how messed up I feel he’s always there with that unconditional love they always talked about in AA before they started laying out the conditions. When I left Lynn he was waiting in the passenger seat of the car as I brought out the first suitcase, seemingly saying “Don’t forget the dog!” He struck with me through the worst times of my life, all for the price of some dog food and pets. When I was at the Heartbreak Hotel, sleeping in a recliner (and glad to have it! I’m really not bitching. Well, maybe a little, but the fever just hit Oklahoma….)  I’d wake up at 3am and there’d be Buster the Dog curled up with me, making sure I was safe.
      Now, as sick as I’ve been feeling these last 3 (or maybe 4) days. I still have to let Buster the Dog out so he can attend to things in the backyard. He used to have a friend here, Lucas the Other Dog, but my landlord took Lucas to live w/him and my sister in the small town me and Buster left behind 2 months ago. So once again it’s me and Buster the Dog, my faithful friend and companion. If it weren’t for Buster I would be truly be alone. Yeah I have friends all over cyberspace and I love and am loved by God, but can any of them lick yr face when yr this depressed?
     So here’s to Buster the Dog, the best friend a man ever had! I gotta go, the fever’s knocking on the door.

Posted by: timbyrnes at 02:44 | link | comments (1)

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#1  10 March 2005 - 05:57

 

yay for buster. animal people are the best people i have always said and known. me, i got a bono buddy cat on my arm, poking his little hands onto the touchpad on my laptop.

please take care of yourself. fevers can be signs of serious infections. are you thinking maybe it's doctor time? hope you feel better soon.

limine

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