A beautiful memory…

Truth be told I was not as wild as my reputation made out…no, not at all.And all those nasty things they said about me? Well they were just jealous.

Well, the above is pretty much true. With a guitar, backpack, and an attitude, I’d swing into a pretty milk and toast establishment like a rockstar. I wasn’t one, didn’t want to be one, and in fact, I was often just searching for refuge. But there I was, singing those dirty and wild songs, not just in town, but way out of town. I’d not only been to the big city, but I was from the big city. Not to put too big a shine on it, I bedazzled some. Well, things happened. Then I left. Hopefully leaving a, well, beautiful memory? At least I thought so…

You know you can find almost anyone on a search engine today. Thankfully, no one ever looked me up. No, not that! not “Hi Daddy!” – Jeeeze, you have a hyperactive imagination! I was careful.

But you know those words from one of Warren’s songs’:

Some days I feel like my shadow′s casting me

Some days the sun don’t shine

Sometimes I wonder what tomorrow′s gonna bring

When I think about my dirty life and times

One day I came to a fork in the road

Folks, I just couldn’t go where I was told

Now they’ll hunt me down and hang me for my crimes

If I tell about my dirty life and times

Zevon died for our sins.