pro tip: you should get an italian woman for a roommate
I could tell you that the first concert I ever spent my own money to see was The Ramones.
I could tell you I own 2 Ramones concert shirts; one that’s been worn into the ground and one that’s been worn once.
I could tell you that I became a musician because of The Ramones.
I could tell you that Bono handed U2’s MTV’s lifetime achievement award to The Ramones and then walked off the stage
I can tell you that every single foggy mirror or dirty windshield I’ve ever walked past ended up having the word “Ramones” written into it with my finger tip
I can tell you exactly where I was the day the Joey died
and I can tell you that every single song The Ramones ever played live started off with the bass player counting off “ONE TWO THREE FOUR” and I always threatened to start up a tribute band named 1234
but I can’t tell you how hard it hit me when the last Ramone, Tommy, died this weekend and afterwards I got this screen cap texted to me
at the beginning of 2012 I had somewhat of a mental breakdown. I developed sever anxiety, bouts of extreme depression, nightmares, appetite problems you name it. and it caused me to sabotage some personal relationships and quite frankly, it caused me to be self destructive. it’s a slippery slope.
a few days ago it hit me that in jan of 2012 they pulled an over the counter drug off of the shelves… a drug I’d been over using for something like, 15 years. (not recreationally.. I just over used it because I always felt like I needed it)
after some research I’m pretty sure that most of my problems can be attributed to withdrawal. and I’m not out of the woods yet. turns out it takes a few years for dopamine receptors to recover and for your body to heal. but at least now I have some hope.
I’m not saying I don’t have issues… I think we all do on some level and I’m not saying all of my problems stem from this withdrawal. I’m just saying it’s a relief to finally realize that I’m not completely insane and maybe just only partially insane
(and bonus points to anyone that gets the song reference in the title)
I mentioned that I felt kinda depressed to neen. 20 minutes later Matt posted this tweet. next thing I know there is a pie flying at me so I turned and now everything on my left sounds like whipped cream
a coworker started calling me “the pink panther” because he could never keep track of where I am at any given moment and I’m prone to just pop up unexpectedly. but it caught on like wildfire. the tenants, security guards and even the city cops that normally patrol our block started calling me that.
I’m ok with it.