Liam's spirit infiltration.

Now THAT'S the most interesting blog post title I bet anyone has ever seen. WJPG claims that one special day in his life (he read the news today... wait, that's not right), the spirit of John Lennon slipped inside of him and was largely responsible for giving him that edge many have come to despise and a few of us, well, we just love it, don't we. Continuing the bad lyrical puns, it was 20 years ago this week that history was altered and John left this planet (you know he'd stay, but he just can't stand it... that's the other brother talking now), and four years and some months ago I actually stood outside the building where it all happened on his birthday, and wouldn't you know it, but there was a fellow in the group that had gathered around the "Imagine" memorial embedded into the ground in Central Park, and he disappeared before anyone else noticed his oddly striking resemblance. I had the crazy thought that I was looking at an age-progression portrait, although the face seemed short of the 65 years that would've been appropriate at the time. Next year, Jesus H. Christ, it'll be 70. Not that it doesn't make sense; after all, I'll be twice 17 in the summer. WJPG turned 37 in September, and the Old Man is a whopping 42. Ah, and lest I forget, my Liam will turn 33 during our return from Florida next month. Time flies, as I remarked earlier via text to someone planning their child's first birthday party. I have two friends now who swore up and down that they'd never reproduce, at least, not voluntarily. Now one has the year-old son, and the other has twins, of all things. I'm not barren, but I'm certainly not pregnant.

The only other thing really of note, other than things going swimmingly (despite still waiting to be officially hired back; at least I have insurance), is that I got yet another text from Brian Coffey, telling me yet again that something reminded him of me. When I responded in the negative, he got defensive ("If you can't handle it," etc.). I had to remind him that HE was the one who couldn't handle it, and that was that. Even better (or worse, depending on your perspective), I engaged in this conversation with L. as witness. After I'd had my electronic say, I thanked him (L.) for being normal. Inbetween then and now we went to NYC and are about to spend the weekend keeping company with his little sis out in Auburn. Also, Xmas is a whopping 2 weeks away from tomorrow. Shit, I need to wrap things. Yo yo yo.