Everything Zen: A Memoir of Youth
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Excerpt from the novel--
"It was an absolute blitzkrieg, the mission; to destroy. I would leave this small town, these small people, this small state behind. Everything's bigger in Texas? I laughed, I’ll show them.
After submitting the formal papers, which is something of a joke anyway, isn’t it? I phoned Dayna in Kansas City.
“Oh? Sure! Plenty of room. Stay as long as you need.”
The next day I boarded a Greyhound that would arrive tomorrow, a twenty-hour diaspora across the Heart of America. Fuck ‘em, I laughed. Laughed for the future, laughed for modernists. Laughed for equality.
Then, suddenly, I was eighteen and I was crying and passing over the Oklahoma border into Kansas..."
TJ raised his arms, the rug drifted down, all its weight carried easily through the air, landing snugly across the platform where his drum kit was then set and tightened. I threaded the textured cord, from amp to my guitar when a low pop emitted from the big black box. A vintage Ampeg which filled me with an immense sense of vanity, a self assurance that I had never felt before and almost feared. What power! With the bass an extension of my own body and the Ampeg as an extension of the bass I felt in sync with the gods of generations past -- Dee Dee Ramone, Mark Hoppus, Les Claypool, Brian Richie. Even poor old Sid Vicious. Like tapping into a divine source of life. This must be what it’s like to feel God, whatever she may be.