Apologies for my absenteeism as my phone was out. I just watched "The Gift" episode of Twilight Zone ......what amazing and brilliant work! At first it made no sense and I thought the kid was cute but not much of an actor. I used to watch this show at around the hour I am writing this......having a weird moment ......watch out for what you wish for? Interference .......the blessing candle burning low but others nicely.....maybe this is not the place for me. No joke. But I would visit my father in Chicago as a kid as I myself lived in Evanston .....and at 3am no less the witching hour this would come on. I to this day have nightmares about that apartment Dad was in. It was a fairly dark period on a personal level. He lived on the ground floor in a duplex with a winding red carpeted staircase going down to the basement......I used to play music on the stereo and put on talent shows on that staircase.....I would have my girlfriends over and we would do that but I slept in a room upstairs. Being an only child though I was often there alone just me and Dad.....he had a girlfriend then sometimes she would stay over.......they would go to sleep. ...as it was the weekend I would watch TV. I didn't watch much elsewhere as Dad actually discouraged me. But on weekends I did. I would wake up in the middle of the night......that hasn't changed. I am a night creature. And Dad's place was so creepy.....a brownstone and God I still dream about this. Windows that looked out into black.....the building next door. The kitchen with a window.....the alleys and the El going overhead......loud as fuck. I would wake up....little sweet orange Rusty the cat for company. One time I woke to him chasing a mouse. But civilization may as well have come to cease......as it was eerie quiet with the test patterns on some stations.....the fundamentalist preachers on others.....the star spangled banner on another and the Twilight zone man no porn even.....ha! No cable just regular TV. So at 3 am I had Rod Sterling's ghost for comfort. Angry young man indeed! A reflection of yet our times as we were ahead. But you know the liberation leaders get the first bullets. We were all condemned that my parents divorced. My poor parents they didn't deserve that. Relationships break up it's no one's fault. NOW it's the norm more than the exception. All that volatility! It takes a village....a demimonde.....
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