“...like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.”
― Homer, The Iliad

Another friend, mentor, and collaborator and creature of the avant garde.
Gary is a prolific artist and musician and a unique voice in the underground.

I'd like to have what that director had (Michel Gondry, all hail to His Majesty The King)

numerology can be a rough ride 

yet in the hidden secrets of mankind 

numbers live

they can help getting one-on-one

with things.

So here's a weird and true personal story of a common occurrence in my windshield for the past 2 or more years. My birthday numerals, month and day, three numbers. I glimpse them all the time! Anywhere! Everywhere! The clock. Book pages. Addresses. Account or phone numbers. Graffiti. Why? Is it the "Bryan with a WHY thing"? Am I projecting something? Or maybe missing something? Maybe making too much of it?
I mean, I'm not very suspicious; well, ha! Stop what you're thinking right now you bums.
No I mean, I make attempts not to read into the world surrounding me only with my learned process of experiences and (lack of) education. I am literally trying to "feel" my way through this thing we call environment with creative thoughts and hands on imagination. Either that or I'm just a drug addled boy in an adult gorilla suit. Whatever. 
Its just three numbers in sequence, all the time. Randomly. Everywhere but the daily Pick 3. Why? I just gotta ask.

Stop what you're thinking right now you bums.
Hee hee

 Bill_J wrote:

at least the psychology is huh

 Steely_D wrote:

Actually, by the time the son is 30+ the roles are reversed. 

 billdock1 wrote:

My 30+ year old boy, when I tell him I can't join him for whatever, always breaks into a few lines from Cat's in the Cradle.

I'm loving RP recently but today could use a shock of energy to wake up a bit more fully.  Perhaps I could recommend a brief salute to parental angst - Dad I'm in Jail/was (not was) followed by Mother (Police, not Pink Floyd). Then, if you're feeling like messing with the audience's blood pressure, segue back with Celine Dion's "Cradle Song".