Out of the blue. I started the morning listening to some rare prime. My back has been a little stiff lately. My 100s have been good, but my back is out of whack. I’m not getting any younger, but I’m getting better at drums in my retirement. You can check out my bio and website for more shit about me.
It’s time to slow down and reflect on my life of service.
I saw Jack Kinoff at the grocery store. Jack Kinoff, really, and everything was the same for a moment. I remembered playing ball with Jack, and those were serious times on the field. I never rode the pine for a second because I was the starting left guard, and coaches knew exactly what I brought to the game every week. I was a behemoth on the offensive line, built to hit hard, protect the quarterback, and open holes for the running backs.
People remember the flashy players, but games are often won in the trenches, and that’s where I did my best work. I took pride in being tough, dependable, and difficult to move once the ball was snapped. Looking back now, I can still feel the intensity of playing for Notre Dame, and the satisfaction of knowing I was good at what I did. That was before my scholarship to Mohawk College and before taking time away to visit Seattle.
I listen to Spotify and think back. I’m thinking about it as I put a record in the record player. The tunes are great. I just want to check the newspaper, but it’s about a mess in Harlem. Time to rock.
Today’s Top 5 Songs:
- “You Got Me Floatin’” by The Jimi Hendrix Experience ‧ 1967.
- “Once” by Pearl Jam ‧ 1991.
- “Pretty Tied Up” by Guns N’ Roses ‧ 1991.
- “Hear Me” by Imagine Dragons ‧ 2012.
- “Return to Sender” by Elvis Presley ‧ 1962.
Return to Sender is a lighthearted, upbeat song about a young man who keeps mailing letters to his girlfriend after an argument. She repeatedly refuses to open them, prompting the post office to mail them back stamped with the iconic phrase. I remember that song well.
I bumped into a government official at the post office the other day, someone who had helped me tremendously during my mayoral campaign years ago. The moment we recognized each other, it was like stepping back into another era entirely. We talked for a while about the old days in Hess Village, the campaigns, the speeches, and the long nights trying to convince people that change was possible. I rambled a bit about the origin of evil and broccoli, but he didn’t understand that or my prime or anything.
But that dude played a pivotal role in helping me become mayor of Hess Village, and I never forgot it. Back then, politics moved fast, and every conversation felt important, almost like a fourth-quarter drive in football where every play could decide the game. There was energy, pressure, ambition, and a sense that the future was always hanging in the balance.
But much like football, politics was a long time ago. Many years have passed since those campaigns, and I eventually stepped away from public life. These days, I look back on it with a mixture of nostalgia and relief, knowing I had my time in that world before quietly moving on.
Many years have passed since I was mistaken for DJ Tongue at Club Surprise, or perhaps it was due to my presence on SoundCloud, but it’s old news.
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