1. Friday, March 11, 2016

    there’s gonna be a day that i die 

    two years oldand on that day i dont want anyone to take it easy on me just because i died that day.

    we have this strange form of “politeness”- an unwritten rule – that says you can’t piss on the grave of the recently departed.

    i hate that.

    theres only one time when people from all over talk about you and thats the week that you die.

    if youve kept it real when talking about someone their whole life, why must that be put on pause simply because youve left this mortal coil?

    why must we bullshit each other during the week when we’re all talking about you?

    my guess is it’s rooted in some sort of superstition that The Gods are listening and will decide what to do with the dead’s soul based on what they’re overhearing from below.

    which is just as stupid as withholding criticism.

    if you loved me when i was alive and said so when i was alive, say so when i die.

    if you thought i was full of shit when i was alive and said so when i was alive, then lay it on me when i die. trust me, the comments will be up.

    and if you kept it all to yourself when i was alive and there is a conversation when i die, honor me in this way: add to the conversation. do not be stifled.

    if there is an afterlife and if im lucky enough to make it into Heaven, trust me, I won’t be reading the comments. I will be chasing Marilyn Monroe around a hot fudge hot tub with a giant super soaker.

    if there is an afterlife and im unlucky enough to be sent down to Hades, trust me, the Internet connection will blow and i wont be able to read what you say anyways, so go for it.

    and if there is no afterlife and my ashes are spread around the bleachers of Wrigley Field, trust me, i won’t know what you wrote.

    so go for it.

    live your life.

    that is the message of the busblog anyways: live. rock. be creative. be interesting. do not be stifled. be free. enjoy all the riches of modern life.

    which includes pissing on the graves of those you hated.

    or sending a million roses.

    me, id prefer Gerbers

    and honesty.