I am back after a time away. I know the first song is probably not my typical fare, but I caught them on Austin City Limits and there was something in the snippets of lyrics that I understood which triggered a memory of myself in alternate reality. The last time I wrote about my adolescent pastime, I mentioned my poor old ex-friend Bobby. If I had been a bit more of a pathological personality, Bobby could have been my Simon Peter. But thankfully, his fascination with who I represented to him in his hazy stupor freaked me out more than turned me on. Once I had one person as a true believer, it would be a relatively simple process to incorporate more followers into smallish cult. And from there, a few hokey philosophical treatises and I would be on my way to being another Joseph Smith or L. Ron. Well, one can dream, can’t one?
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