Fun Facts!

1) Once in high school, i got shit-faced (wow, horrible expression, that!) drunk at Indian Rock (a big rocky park in the hills just above the town i lived in) with some friends and ended up running in the dark down the path toward the main street, crying and blubbering and insane. Like i said, really really drunk. The next day i looked at my notepad and saw that i had scribbled, Nobody understands me, not even Stephen King...! next to a picture of a devilish face while i was making the stumbling journey home. Hilarious! i saved that page for years, until it got lost. i like to think that somebody somewhere has it, though. i need to think that.

2) When i was seven, i was home sick from school and squatting on the counter-top, waiting for my toast to pop up from the toaster. i was leaning on my elbow, which was leaning on my knee, and i was staring at those two glowing slots and having some sort of daydream. The toast popped up - POW! - and i fell backwards, startled from my reverie. Landed on my left elbow, shattering the joint and sending bone fragments a few inches into my upper arm territory. Got a concussion, had surgery hours later by a (handsome) specialist, and now i have a frowny-face scar on my elbow to remind me: :(

3) When i was 5 or 6, my first boyfriend (and really, my first love) got bit in the face/neck by my family dog, who was half-wild. i saw it all happen. He passed out right there on the street and an ambulance came and took him away. i thought he was dead. i never saw him again, until a couple of years ago at an ambient noise/video show in San Francisco that a friend convinced me to go to. When we looked in each other's eyes it was like we were standing in the sunshine holding hands amidst the smells of fresh grass and wet concrete and the sound of faraway lawnmowers all over again.

4) When i was a freshman or sophomore in high school (the fact that i can't remember which is actually very telling), i stayed up for three days on a meth and whiskey bender. (Sorry, mom.) At this period of my life, i was both sensationally numb and overly emotional, and decided that it would be interesting to put a cigarette out on my arm. And then another. And then another, until i had burned a crude face, not smiling nor frowning, near the aforementioned elbow scar. It seeped and was disgusting and took forever to heal. i regret it to this very day. Needless to say, my left arm is rather.... interesting, and i hardly ever wear short sleeves.

5) Another time, after staying up for days on the nose candy but without the whiskey, i got really really sick and slept for literally three days. i think i woke up a few times to go pee, but other than that i just stayed in bed, asleep, periodically hacking up phlegm into a jar near my bed. When i woke up, it was a weekend, and the sun was gloriously setting. The light was persimmon-colored, a deep russet glow, and the sun was so far North that it was flooding my bedroom with intense orange light. i simply woke up and realized that i felt... alright again. And calm. My mom was making soup, or stew, in the kitchen, and the front door was wide open because it was summer. Birds were chirping busily, talking about their day. i could hear my brother somewhere, strumming lazily on his acoustic guitar. That beautiful, sad, late afternoon was when i made a solemn oath never to sniff shit up my nose ever again. i was tired of being removed from the world.

6) i love slide guitar.

7) i am really good at spelling.

8) i am obsessed with birds.

9) i love to cook, but i am not great at it

10) my dearest wish is to run away and join the circus.


Now wasn't that fun? Just had to open up the ol' brain and let some of the stuff tumble out, thanks for listening.