I Love This Memory

I posted this in an away message, but for some reason, I love this memory. Why wasn't he more forward? If you're trying to use euphemisms on a 6 year old, you're not gonna get far:

do you ever have memories where you look back, and say "Ohhhhhhhh... that's what they meant."



for some reason, I just randomly flashed back to when I was 6 years old and over at a friend's bday party. The kind where she invited everyone in the class, and we all got goody bags, like .25 watches that dont work, a pack of now and laters, etc. Well anyway, me being the genius I was, I hop on their piano. The grand piano. We're talking like $5k easy. In 1991 dollars. At 6 I had never heard a song I liked that wasn't about spiders crawling up a fucking spout. I had no idea what I was doing. I jump on and pretend like I'm Ray Charles, and jam the fk out.



Her dad comes up and says "Where'd you learn to play like that?"



Anyone over the age of 6 sees that as a sign to get the fk off the piano, homey's pissed.




I say:

"I'M JUST PRESSING KEYS, HOW AM I SO GOOD, LISTEN TO THIS!! I AM AMAZING!!!"



...some things never change...




And yes, I just remembered I had a blog. Feels like about 6 years since I started this. Weird.