Sunday, June 22, 2025

1981-1

We moved back to Detroit before we were really ready. Visited the house of some mook from Alcoholics Anonymous, we're gone just as quick and in the home of a couple of my brother's school buddies. Phil and Steve were a couple of jagoffs. In a whole fucking family of jagoffs.
I have memories of this period that I feel are disproportionate to the actual period. 
I don't remember how long we stayed in their house, but the girls folded-in with the girls and the boys with the boys. 
Between me and your phone, I didn't realize that I can remember the release of Rush's masterpiece, Moving Pictures, but, yep, there I was, barely nine. They were doing shit like nobody else at the time. 
I think some of the songs in my memory are the result of our hosts. I remember them listening to music with my brother a lot. 
The bros reminded me of the dude from REO Speedwagon. Country but not southern. 
Taxes rolled around, as they did and we were finally back in not-somebody-else's-house. 

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