The Sorrows of Young Werewolf (eyeteeth) wrote,
The Sorrows of Young Werewolf
eyeteeth

I got my mind set on you

Every now and again (quite often, actually) I'm reminded of how nice it would be if I could draw for shit. This is a nice picture of People magazine's Most Eligible Demigod, but I think it looks less like Morpheus and more like Jeremy a moment after discovering that someone else has eaten the last shortbread cookie. Or it would, if it had eyes instead of smoldering black sockets.

I've been having a bad week. I'm not altogether sure why, but it isn't helping that the man who helped me survive high school died a few days ago. I relied so heavily on the Beatles in my teens that I find it very difficult to listen to them now -- some songs more than others, but all of them to one extent or other. It takes work. The other day on my way to see Virgil and Ender I came upon "I Want You (She's So Heavy)" on the radio, and as a result I had to stand like a dork on the subway platform, long after everyone else had filed out of the station, until the song was over. That's why I rarely listen to the Beatles anymore. But now that George is dead, I feel guilty -- as if, after all we had been through together, I abandoned him.

In high school my drugs of choice were books, the Beatles, and writing stories involving violent, untimely deaths. I became sufficiently well known for the last two that not only did the principal call me into her office to ask me if I was considering suicide, but my graduating class voted me Most Likely to Attempt to Assassinate Paul McCartney.

What got you guys through high school?


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