Beingatotal Dick
Dick Stunbolt
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©2024 DickStunbolt
Omslagsfoto: UlfGärdin
Förlag:BoD ·BooksonDemand, Stockholm, Sverige Tryck: LibriPlureos GmbH,Hamburg,Tyskland
ISBN: 978-91-8080-120-1
Tableofcontents:
February 15th2022………………………… 7
You’ll figureitout.
February 15th 2022
Whatthe fuck am Idoinghere? It looksfamiliar. DidI have agood time?Apparently not. Seems theblood comesfrommyhead. Hurts. Hell? Whynot? Couldbe. Butthe darker andcolderversion.Reminds me of when Iwas arrested in Tijuana. Man! That was areallybad involuntarywithdrawal. Cold damp stone walls closing in.Ratsand bugs.Porridge. Agony. Little fucking birdschirpingoutside at thebreak of dawn. Mockingand laughing at me.Smugfuckers.I have to focusonpositivethinking; I’malive andit’squiet inside. They’resleeping. ”Shhh…don’tmove…!”
As this is asomewhatunfamiliarenvironment andI’m nearly naked, I’ve come to theconclusion that Ileftthe institution.Cometothink of it,the last recollection of it is thepark. Thenurse.The radio. Andthen; epiphany.Wakinguptothe sweetestrockn’roll, numbingall otheroutside impressions. I’mthe Superstarand everything is aboutme. Thecrowd is goingwild. I’mgoingwild. Scream forme! Andthey do.And it doesn’tstop. It can’teverstop.
/Dick
1st Movement– My Head Exploded
Yes,I definitelywalkedout outthatplace.Got some smokes,the short, damp second hand kind with lipstickmarks.Sweet.Feltmythoughtsgathering againafter living apartfor toolong. Like oldfriends reunited aftera painful andforcedtimeapart.I totally forgot allabout living life.Suckthe marrow outofit andall that shit.And music. This invisibleforce that maybethe only thingcomingtomybatteredand shatteredsoul’srescue. Suddenlyrealizing;I have endlessideas fornew songs. Ican just pick thecherries outofany reasonably recollectedevent of this life.I’m gonna tell theworld my storyand it will soundjust as amazingasinmymind. I’mgonna do crazy shit,I guarantee!
Just need to getmyhands on aguitar…
February 17th 2022, Morning
Found aLes Paul in adumpster! That’s thesortof advantage youget,hanging outbya landfill. Also gave me theopportunitytosuituplikea seventies vacuum cleaner door to door salesman.Madea fabulous onehandlickand wasinstantly filledwiththe urge to geta band together.Wenttoa pub. Immediatelynoticed people were just waitingfor me to show.All in awe. Andthisiswhere my luck changed. As an impulse Isat down andbet theonlycoin in my possession.Formerlyinthe possession of thelast unknownowner of thesuit, more exactly. Went pretty well.
Soon enough Ifound myself throwing ashitloadof cash in theair andwas even interviewed by alocal news crew covering thestory on live tv.Drinkswereonme. Andthatmeans liquor alloverme. It’s weirdyou know; theamountofcashinone’s possession,corresponds like exactlytothe levelofattention andfameone experiences. Ican’t lose,holyshit, I’mloaded! Is this really happening?Hardtotellsince I’ve been told Ihavean overactive brain. Feelslikemyheadexploded, whichis asensation Iget alot.Now,where is that guitar? Never mind,I canget tenmore, easy.And adrumkit.Two
drum kits.A wholedrumfactory,a guitar brandand a French vineyard.Maybe Ican have acomplete entourage of people followingmearound, taking care of thepress,makinghotel bookings andpayingoff the police.The latterisofcoursekey if Iwanttobeableto travel theworld on theproperamountofdrugs.And I want that.OrelseI need to seriouslydig into solving my mental issues, whichI don’treallyfeel like,nor have thetimefor.
Anyway,assoon as I’mdrunk enough I’ll split andget into theadventuresI deserve! Andyou too, forthat matter.
”You’rewithme?”
”Wechoosenot to answer at this point.”
/Dick