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Originally Posted by johnnybluenose  Is your jesus a baby Jesus? or the one with a beard?
Does he like to party? or is he singing lead for Lynard Skynard and you are in the front row and you are hammered-drunk? |
My Jesus is a pretty good guy.
Met him once, you know? It was the summer in between graduating college and settling down w/ Mrs. Dude.
I was on this solo soul searching trip, and ran into him in Twin Rocks, Oregon. He was sitting on his bedroll
looking just like Richard Brautigan. He was in rough shape…it looked to me like he'd died and missed the plane to heaven.
But he was a nice old guy, for a younger man. He had a bottle of mad dog he held in his hand, that he waved around a lot- to make his point. I just listened as he told his tales; of wine, and women, and county jails. We finished off that bottle, and smoked a half a joint. He told me, “Dude, I came here to watch the sun disappear into the ocean. It's been years since I smelled this salty sea."
He turned his bottle up and down; I saw him lost, and I saw him found. He said, "I don't know what I've been looking for, maybe me..."
Well, I told him I too had been traveling around…living out of my van from town to town. I was playing for tips and whatever records I could move. I said "I don't reckon I'll be making it big…you know it's hard to get rich off a tour of coffee house gigs." He said, "Yeah, but ain't it a blessing to do what you wanna do?”
So, I told him, "Yeah, I pulled off here to watch the sun disappear into the ocean, 'cause it's been years since I smelled this salty sea.”
He turned his bottle up and down; he saw me lost, and he saw me found, and I said: "I don't know what I've been looking for. Maybe me."
I said, "It's kind of late- better be heading up the interstate…can I give you a lift to English Bay?"
He said, "Nope, I think I'm just going to sit here and rest, and maybe wait on the Tokyo-Montana express. Heck, I might just lay here and dream my life away. I'm going to sit right here, I'm going to watch the sun…disappear into the ocean, 'cause it's been years, it's been years. I'm gonna turn my bottle up and down, you can see my lost, and you can see my found."
And that was it. I met him on the cliffs of Twin Rocks, Oregon. He was sitting on his bedroll looking just like Richard Brautigan.
Just like him.