Erratically updated blurbs on the life and times o'cat.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
so slave in any era A few more thoughts on Joey. First, I was thinking this week about dragging my unwilling ass out of bed at the prescribed time for work, mentally estimating the bills I'll owe come payday and will that leave me anything for the obligatory xmas purchasefest, not wearing the tiedye shirt I'd like because that wouldn't be kosher in the workplace, etc. I'm a slave to that stuff. I thought to myself, Joey was no slave. But quickly that thought morphed into: at least not a slave to any of that stuff. He was definitely a slave to something else. I suppose we all are, or at least most of us rarely reach those fleeting enlightened moments of breaking out of the servitude. Slave to the bottle, he was. Slave to his passions, maybe.
I wanted to put a photo and other attached files to Joe's blog site, but couldn't figure out how. Nor do I know your email address!
Thanks for doing all this.
Hey Peggy-Post a Comment
I don't have an email addy for you, but I'll just hope you come back to see this reply. Easiest way is probably for me to add pix for you to the Joey blog. Contact me at justpeace at yahoo dot com and we'll do it.