Houston Street

Lyrics to one of the songs that I performed in the future:

"Houston Street"

My hair falls down on my face / The wind has changed who I am / I sit with my back against the wall

I found an end of the world / It’s lonely here you feel so small / A crumbled piece of paper blows away

And I seem to suppose our faith / What if we hadn’t died so long ago

The sun had died a while ago / I know you’d done the best you could / YOu rode the wheel now let’s go home for real

And all is lost as they will say/ There’s never time to call your friends / When the world falls apart at end

And I wait for the lounge to fade in / It’s only now when I know what to do

Once again I view myself / YOu should of never made it back / But all this time you had thought that it was luck

And now you know there’s something more / You blow the candle for a year / Someday you will get just what you should

And the street fades in once again / I’ll get up without a plan - you live right now

Yeah, that interview.....

An e-magazine called me on October 1st, 1994 . . . it was The Cane. They wanted to interview me in reference to the cloning of Winston. They wanted to ask me what I thought of everything. I said “o.k.” and we scheduled a date.

I don’t remember all the questions they asked but here it goes. This was actually done online via satellite. I was at home.

    They started with an introduction about the fact that a company with great technology was about to create a clone at a specific stage in life. It wouldn’t get a chance to be a baby but begin life instantly as a young adult. It was very advanced and slightly controversial. We had already been cloning normally for the past 2 years.

Q - How do you know Winston?

A - I knew Winston from my last year in grade school. He noticed my drawing abilities and that’s when we spoke.

Q - Do you think he would behave the same?

A - I don’t know.

Q - How different would this Winston be?

A - The only thing that may be different would be the fact that he is not the real one.

Q - How would you refer to him as - Winston or Winston the clone?

A – I’d call him Winston.

Q - Would you still see him as one of your best friends?

A - yes

Q - Would you invite him to your gatherings?

A - Sure.

Q - Do you think his future will be (would have been) the same?

A -  I’m not sure because I feel as if they programmed him to be like the original Winston. This Winston can surely go a different path.

Q - How do you feel about cloning?

A - I think it’s good for science but there are religious people who oppose it. I think one should be weary of the conditions and time. Cloning does not bother me. I’m o.k. with it.

Q - Do you think you would you ever marry a clone?

A - That truly depends on how me and that person relate to each other.

Q - What do you think about the company cloning Winston?

A - Well if they’re being paid then they must provide the service.

Q - Do you approve - Do you think that they did the right thing? If you were his parents would you have cloned him?

A - I think what they did was right from their point of view. So yes. But I personally do not approve.

Q - What if he was on the verge of finding a cure for Ragen’s virus ? Would you clone him?

A - Yes.

Q - Do you think clones should have the same rights as people?

A - Yes but they should not be considered to be the same person as the original. They are a new person different from the original. They should be given a different social security number.

Q - Do you think Winston has a soul?

A - Sure.

Q - Would you support Winston against those who oppose cloning?

A - Yeah, well it depends.

Q - What would it depend on?

A – I can only speak for myself, not for the world. There are shades of grey. I need to be placed in that specific situation.

Q - Would you ever clone someone that may be significantly important to the world?

A - No I don’t think so.

Q - Would you clone Ziki?

A - No.

They never printed the last question. I guess they knew better.

A Glimpse of Darkness

At some point before my summer ended I was looking through some of my junk / old things. I used to make budget comic books that I used to pass around in class. Everyone loved them.

There must have been a hundred of them. Within the same box was an envelope. Inside was a pendant made of nothing that I had ever seen. The material reminded me of what a meteor looked like. It might have been a piece of meteor. It was in the shape of what a small rock would look like. It was Ziki’s. It was said that her father gave it to her. I put it back inside.

In the back was a knife. It was the first knife I ever bought. It was just about six inches long. A folding knife. I never cleaned it. I opened it. It still had some blood stains from the first time I used it on myself. I loved the weight of it in my hand. What a tool. I closed it and put it back.

Anyway, I took a look at my High school yearbook again. I wanted to look at everyone again.

Anatomy of a Gig

   Long before I would get the day off for that day. There was no way I would work on the same day a a gig. I would get enough sleep and wake up around 10 am. I’d eat a normal breakfast and then pack up what I was going to take. I would get myself hyped up by listening to my favorite bands really loud and or watching a favorite a sci-fi or music related movie.

Once in a while I’d drink a glass of wine. I’d also make sure to stretch.

Playing a gig for me was the greatest thing. When I was on stage I wanted nothing else than to just be in that moment. It was a sacred thing.

My last meal would have to be about 5 hours before a gig. I t would be dangerous for me to eat General Tso’s Chicken 2 hours before a show. It would stick in my throat. I would stick to drinking water or juice that day.

I’d get fucked up only after a gig. It was a sort of meditation for me. I would only take calls from friends. It was my day.

As I watched my favorite movie or whatever, I’d start drawing on my arm and hand with a pen. It would become one of my dragons or some living ‘apparatus’. Where my wedding ring would be I’d draw a ring that was labeled ‘reserved’. It was an ongoing joke. At about three hours before a gig, I’d get picked up along with all my equipment. I would not feel anything until I got up on that stage. Maybe for a second I’d feel pressure or anxiety but I’d jump up and down on that stage before I picked up my guitar. I would speak a line of gibberish all with my back facing the audience.

I would start the set with ease and that would be all that I wanted. Everything else was secondary.

Sips

“The Mace of Eden,” I said as I looked at the showtimes.

“The 1:30 sounds good,” replied Andy.

“Yeah dog,” said myself. We bought our tickets and went on in to the lobby. The bar was empty. We took a seat at the inner corner of the bar.

“Anunni is a go,” I told Andy

“Cool  man, rest in peace,” he said. I laughed.

“You gotta send me the funeral shots.”

“Do you want me to cry hysterically?”

“Don’t over do it.”

We ordered our favorite drinks. I took a rum and coke and Andy took an iced tea.

“Good luck,” said Andy

“Thanks, and heres to immortality,” I said.

We took our sips and said nothing else on that matter. We were here to enjoy my remaining days before I left. All I wanted was to disappear to something else. It was just time for a change. But it was going to more than that. It was something that a majority of the world would not understand and or undergo. It had to do with pushing the body to it’s limits, to the point where it becomes something more than human.

Another year later...

Another year later I would disappear into the Anunni Desert. I told my closest to go along with a plot where I died. I was set for life and I stayed afar from where the gypsies held.

I stayed the quietest that I had ever been. No one knew where I was unless my holo-wrist read that my heart stopped. My only friend was a sky shark named Pandora who was a vegetarian and a clairvoyant.

I did some painting for a while.

I saw the sky turn red for a few days. I heard that 243,003 people died. Some epidemic occurred when NASA brought a “souvenir” from space.

I planned my next life over a glass of wine.

I would have fuckin’ pancakes galore. I would not be recognized when I did so. I was thinking about writing children’s stories. Maybe I’ll start a few hydroponic farms in Ethiopia.

I took another sip of my wine and I turned to look at Pandora.

“Fuckin’ pancakes, huh . .” said Pandora with a lisp. 

“Yeah,” said me with a smile.

Pandora cocked her head and asked me a question without moving her lips.

I was standing in the middle of a desert far away from many things.

It was nice to be here for a change.

Pandora was still looking at me for an answer.

It is now, where I stand and how I stand.

In a special plane of existence . . .

In a special plane of existence I planned out who I wanted to meet and what I wanted to experience in the next life. Of course, I would have no memory of this when I started. Once again I decided that I wanted to meet my soul mate. The same “soul” that stayed with me since forever. A beautiful girl who loved music and poetry. In one lifetime she was actually my fortune teller which resulted in many life saving situations.

In another lifetime we were so mystical that we found a way to “imbed” a cause and effect program into the world. Basically, they were what people today would call superstitions. One cause and effect was, if there is a shooting star and someone makes a wish, it will come true.

We created another one that required a mirror where when one would say “You are not me”, the mirror would automatically turn into a portal.

You would not get into the “Safe Room” until you walked into the mirror within two seconds. This was great for escaping your enemies and also to store valuable items.

I wanted my two favorite pets from my previous life. One was a German Sheppard who’s previous name was John. A quiet dog always to himself but standing by my side ready to protect. An interesting thing is that I rescued him from Asia when he was a puppy during the Oslin meteor shower.

The other pet was a Terrier named Nady. This dog would love to sit by the speakers and listen to Latin percussion. Amazingly, he was afraid of thunderstorms.

I requested my previous “brother” and “sister” as well. Maximus and Darcy were their previous names. Maximus was a major chef and Darcy was owner of Dema Security Systems. They risked and helped me so much that they died for me one night while protecting me from the Marzo family.

I requested my previous “father” whose name was John. He was into alot of Jazz. He played the trumpet and travelled alot. His quartet played regulary at a club.

I requested my “mother” who’s previous name was Sandra. She loved to coordinate events and parties and host them as well. She loved “Pizza Gatherings”. I funded her career in chemistry as well.

I requested my best friend. His previous name was Gary. He was a researcher conducting experiments with sleep patients. I funded his projects also. In one lifetime his “sound” barriers helped capture and contain me when I was not myself. I would want someone that smart by my side.

I chose to be someone creative. Someone who appreciated life. I listed all the good things. They came up with the rest.

I ended up as an aquarian dragon (with a pisces moon and scorpio rising).