Possibly, you heard....
Today, is Warhol's 41st Birthday.
Last year, I declared he would stomp all over 40.
And he did.
He picked himself up, dusted himself off, tripped a few more times on a Jerkbump, stumbled a little, smacked face-first into the ground and then slowly but surely found his footing. His light dimmed but he was determined to 'spark' it back up with Gusto. For many years, he has painted our community with smiles and recently.... he remembered to paint himself a few.
You have been my brother-in-law for years.
Over the past 12 months, you became my friend.
I am grateful.
(Obviously, because I never eVa! would have pulled this blog cr@p on you, before.)
Stay Cool, Warhol. Which shouldn't be hard,
with that T-shirt.
I don't know where I'm goin
but I sure know where I've been
hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday.
An' I've made up my mind,
I ain't wasting no more time
but here I go again, on my own.
With your family and friends, you were never alone.
Here's to wasting no more time, ProudofyouHol.
Happy Birthday, to my Friend.