Day 007: I’d Rather Not Get Peace & Quiet [Friday Thought W/ TeeCoZee]

Good Moleman. Extra! Extra! Be Sharps sing on rooftop! Hey, this is mostly about Ross Perot and the last two chapters are are excerpts from the Oliver North trial! It’s Friday, September 25th, Two Zero Twenty. The weather in Hensonville is 61 & Pantone 16-4010 and somewhere, somebody is driving very slowly. And then they will drive really fast. And then slow again. Are they encountering traffic? Falling asleep? Nope, they’re just driving like a Dad. And me? I drive like any crazed, anxious person would, with hands at 1:00 and 11:00, knuckles white. I also have a thing on my mind.

It seems like most of our adult lives, all we really want is some peace and quiet. I consider myself part of that majority, but I always end up regretting it. After decades of living in a city and listening to my Anthrax too loud, I’ve developed a really bad case of tinnitus. I always have to sleep with the TV on, the AC humming, a fan running and preferably some random noise from out the window. I need to layer those ambient noises, or else the dog whistle in my head becomes unbearable. It’s one of the most ironic things I’ve discovered about my adult life. Whenever I find peace, the noise in my head becomes louder than the world. That’s just life in a nutshell, I guess.

Try this trick over the weekend: Try to sleep while listening to Anthrax. Metal health is mental health.

Have a thrashin’ weekend, everyone!

– TeeCoZee