Acid Kid

Long story short: I tried to talk down a schizoid. I thought he was just a harmless acid casualty. I ended up getting punched in the side of the head. I didn't react because he had already crossed a lot of lines with me at that point., and what's a little punch between friends? He asked me to punch him back, and I honored his request. It was a terrible punch. I'd never tried to really punch somebody before. The hilarious part is that he humored me. For a brief moment he was trying to make me feel better rather than the other way around. He said something like: "That was fine. Good job."

It ended well for both parties. I had fun and the cops let him go before psychiatric services could get there. Something weird: A day or two earlier I was thinking that I'd like to punch someone. It wasn't an aggressive/anger thing. It was pure curiosity. I was wondering what it would feel like, physically, to punch someone in the face. I wondered if I could deliver a good punch.

Anyway: I was messing around with my new ukelele today, and I wrote a little song-segment to celebrate Acid Kid. I played it for my sister and she laughed. I could probably write more, but the house was chaotic and I've got to get on the road. I'm about to return to home sweet home Los Angeles after almost three weeks on the road. Not that I have a home there or anything.

Listen to Acid Kid (Sorry for the horrible quality. I recorded it with my phone)

lyrics:

Acid kid
Dance with me
How'd your nose
Get so bloody?
Take my word
No one is trying to kill you
At least no one here