Freaking Mindblower friends

I’m pretty fuckin Old.

Not (as my old friend Pippi puts it) like, Mr. Burns Old. But I’ve been around.

Made a lot of friends, in my day.

So many friends that, like an eskimo with 200+ words to describe snow, I’ve found need to catorgorize these many friends that I’ve made.

For example:

There’s the ones who come charging at you in a cheering pack across the parking lot of some arena in Chicago, New York, Detroit or wherever. They’re like ‘Is that him? It IS!! HE’S THE DUDE!!’

Tend to make me a bit nervous, friends like these.

But then the three of them nearly tackle me, because they’re jumping up & down while they group-hug me, so excited they can barely blurt out about how they’ve been looking for me ever since Phish in Chattanooga, a year & a half before, and they were so psyched to see me because they never got a chance to say:

Thank You.

I call them the Never Forget The Face Of The Dude Who Sold You Your First Hit Of Molly friends.

Always a pleasure to see ’em.

In contrast, there’s the loud drunk-type dude in my Hometown who accosts me at the Bar, on a night when I’d prefer to not be there at all — I want to be alone — but I have no choice because I have this Problem, in that hometown, of being chronically without a Home.

So dudes all drunk & like ‘No, like Mike E man — I KNOW YOU!! I mean we hung out that One Time!!’

That there is the If I Was A Big Drunk Idiot Like You I’d Punch You In The Head, pal!

I’m pretty fuckin old, like I said, and I’ve made a lot of friends in my day. Too many, I think sometimes. So somewhere in there I more or less stopped making them. I had plenty.

Which is why, a few days ago, I was kind of tripping about how I’d made these 2 new friends since I started writing this blog.

It had been awhile.

Turns out I’ve only made one new friend, Galloway. Came across him next-blogging, when I first moved from Blogspot to WordPress, read this post, and left a comment. He stopped by my digs, added me to his Blogroll — and I’ve kind of felt like we’ve been Neighbors ever since.

Galloway is the type of friend I call the Cool Blogger Across The Street.

And then there is Pippi. Not sure what to call this type of friend — I just know the Facts, which I’ll relay the way they unfolded.

Me to Pippi 6.26.06:
Nice to have you around, pippi. Don’t see a lot of Your Kind at my gig…drunk drivers, degenerate gamblers & people trying to pluck a Dexadrine from the picture — yep. We got them.

But you’re the first knitter. stop by anytime…

Pippi to me 6.27.06:
anyhoo, nice to meet you.
your blog is very.
and just now, paging thru your archive i discovered you are a fellow vermonster. (well, i wasn’t born here, but live here now.)


Cool! Made a new friend, right?

3 weeks (and a bunch of entertaining emails) later…

Pippi to me 7.13.06
yes, i was totally there when those shows got canceled.
that was crazy, we rolled into town from sany-shwego and poof.
you found out right after a thumbprint? EOUCH!
I’m bettinng money we know some of the same people…

Me to Pippi:
Ever hear of a van named the Blue Mamma?

Pippi to me:
ohh, nope.
it rings a small bell.
but nothing significant.
i have (or maybe by now, had) some olllld friends that live in brattleboro/marlbroro; that i haven’t seen in years. (funny, how on the east coast a 4 hour drive is “long”) the last time i saw the whole lot of them, was at my friend chris’ wedding about 10 years ago. chriest. what a bad friend i am. i should look those guys up.

Well slap my ass & call me Sally.

It so happens I have a buddy Chris who had a wedding 10 years ago. Indeed, I wrote a recent post about this one night me & him went Out On the Town.

Me to Pippi:
Guess what: Your old friend Chris changed his name to MG Tank. He steals Caddilacs now.

From Pippi’s Blog, later that day:
ps. BIG thanks to mike e for BLOWING my freaking mind this morning. turns out, we know eachother. from another time’s forgotten space. i had a feeling we might have known some of the same folx, since we were around at the same time….but, i didn’t think we had known eachother… crazy little world. 3 cheers for time spent doing random blog searches.

3 Cheers indeed. To Pippi & all my Freaking Mindblower friends — the ones who make the world Weirder.


11 Responses to “Freaking Mindblower friends”

  1. 1 pippi July 16, 2006 at 9:33 pm

    you seem to be omiting our new years 1993-94 hug.

  2. 2 pippi July 16, 2006 at 10:06 pm

    all your linkys seem to have an extra http// in em.

  3. 3 Mike E July 19, 2006 at 1:23 am

    re Omitted Hug: HA — at least I remember it!!

  4. 4 galloway July 19, 2006 at 6:40 am

    Sure is a small world, huh.

    I’m in Cyprus just now. Going to be here for a few weeks, I think.

    Limasol is full of evacuees from Lebanon at the moment (it’s just a small distance across the sea from here).

    Like I said small world; and this particular slice of it is F***ing hot so I’m off for a beer.

    see ya.

  5. 5 davidwang July 19, 2006 at 11:56 am

    Yo this is the wangster. Good to see my chemical friend mike e is hot on the trail of some interesting shit. Have a beer and cheer my my name — say my name bitch. See ya soon. I hope !

  6. 6 Mike E July 19, 2006 at 12:03 pm

    You ain’t no david wang — whaddays think I’m stupid??

    Yeah, I’ll say your name. Your name is Wang muthafukin BROWN, bitch!!

  7. 7 pippi July 19, 2006 at 6:33 pm

    re Omitted Hug: HA — at least I remember it!!
    true that.

    but, i’m actually shocked that i didn’t have a clear recolection, and just a vauge one.
    my deep seeded people phobia prevented me from ever becoming a hug wh*re.

  8. 8 Mike E July 19, 2006 at 10:01 pm

    Pippi: That was 13 years ago. AND it was New Year’s Eve! If you remembered everything clearly you weren’t doing your Job!!

    Also: Wang Brown is In The House.

    And we all know what that means!

  9. 9 pippi July 19, 2006 at 11:45 pm

    so, that means you wern’t doing your job then. haha.
    funny, tho, because i have a tendency to remember the most minute details. like you were double fisting bottles of water in the halls at the boston garden.
    ~and also, i wasn’t drinking (i first typed dininking) anything becides water back then. ha.

    and i have no idea what the crap wang brown being In The House (wooot!) means. so, there you go.

    a drive by drunken comment here at OCsW.

    i sloppy kiss ya, smelly.

  10. 10 david wang July 20, 2006 at 2:37 am

    Hey — what news years show are you all talking about. Yo eeee was I there. I want to be in the hall — double fisting water bottles and talking to people who aren’t there. Well I am just going to have to settle for a boat ride down the peaceful river of tranquility. Wish you were here bro, your my favorite partner in crime. We spent many of happy endless nights in those halls with water bottles in hands talkin to people who weren’t there and I tell you man it was you who made it so much fun for me. You are by far very important to the world around you – your family, friends and everyone else. Yo dog love from the heart. We will laugh forever

    Yo this boat ride is out of control. Yo I gots to go.

    Who’s pippi?


  11. 11 pippi July 21, 2006 at 9:19 pm

    Who’s pippi?
    pippi is the figment in your imagination who haunts you in your sleep and implores you to do the right thing… which is often the left thing.. but that is becides the point.
    and mr. brown; if you were in those hallways at the gahden, chances are we know eachother too. as i owned those hallways; or at least i did the night i feel thru the floor during TMNS.

    & mike; mg tank confirmed that my crush was on john. i am now profoundly sad. it give a person pause. makes my heart explode.

    life is for living.
    hope you are tearing it up down yonder, brother.

    another drive by drunken comment……..

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