Young Fool

Give my twenty-year-old self advice? Let’s see, put it into a horoscope? Or appear to the sleeping lout, I mean Lou, out of a bright incandescent cloud, brandishing a book of future events? Nah…he just figured it was some bad weed he’d smoked.

Actually the young fool alredy had access to some very useful advice. Despite the wild parties held at the Folkie Palace on Boston’s Grove Street – his frequent residence – his friends steered him clear of many deadly pitfalls.

On the Road? He was engaging in his Pius Itinerancy phase of life. Despite the lack of a fixed abode, he had some solid peers who once again offered sound advice. He survived and thrived.

No, the young hell raiser had no lack of useful advice, and he even took it, mostly. It’s the older idiot who really needs to pay heed to my advice. He was older, targeted newer aspirations, and had smelled the sweet scent of success in the air.

No. Everyone mistakes youth for needing advice. Maybe because of guilt associated with supposed excesses? Actually, I feel that it’s maturity that needs the quick, swift one in the posterior sometimes. We “Mature“, in other words, become stodgy. We stop playing the guitar, give up unusual friends, and cease the madcap exploration of the world that was a hallmark of our youth.

Hmmmm. Maybe appearing out of the cloud would work on the mid-thirties iteration…he was so straight that he might take it thoroughly real.

“Lou Carreras…Repent! Repent of your stodgy ways! Practice your guitar, abandon not your outre friends! Beware, Oh take care!!!!!

The problem is that I read a lot of sci-fi. Would I set up a paradox? reform my ways so I never need to go back and warn myself? Then whose going to warn me? then….shit! I’d be stuck in a loop! Maybe it would be better to leave well enough alone.

Well, I have to get to my morning guitar practice…see you!