On Hank Moody, and other stuff...

On Hank Moody, and other stuff...

by Adam Littlefield on Wednesday, March 30, 2011 at 5:33am

Hank Moody...

Lovable, charming fuckup...

Lover of altered-states, women, and words...

 Blurred images of fantasy and reality...

Hank Moody, I salute you...

     So I just finished the season finale of Californication. It may be the greatest twenty-six-ish minutes of television I have ever watched. Or it may just be the greatest twenty-six-ish minutes of television I have ever watched right now. Either way, it was fucking awesome. I felt an instant kinship with Hank, maybe last year around this time, or whenever it was when I first encountered him. I was like, “Holy crap, I’m a hometown-amateur Hank Moody, save the fact that I have two-hundred-or-so pounds on him and I barely get laid and very few people passionately hate me.” I’m paraphrasing there, I don’t remember what the fuck I said to myself, but it was probably something like that. And Hank’s got a few years on me, so the whole 200lb-barely-laid-passionate-hate thing could work itself out… Regardless, the show was great, and Hank’s struggles and plights are things I relate to, definitely part of my as-seen-on-TV spackle…

     I just wanted to type something this morning… I re-read some of my January-February tear and felt like it was time for my fingers to move. I haven’t written much, Quincy is still stuck, but many things are happening, life things. The way things unfolded with our roadtrip was perfect, it couldn’t have gone smoother, and I came home feeling quite energized. I still felt lagged until this past weekend pretty much, but the trip led right into St. Patrick’s Day and my oldest friend’s amazing 35th-birthday-houseparty-bbq-extravaganza. It was two solid weeks of Adventure and great times, with friends old and new, all little stories of their own.

     The Universe is still at work, the good spackle outweighing the bad more-and-more. I feel my life changing for the good by the day, and feel like, for the first time maybe ever, I have a clear vision of what I want my life to be. I don’t really want to get into that right now, I’m just trying to get something out there before I fall asleep. But things become clearer and clearer by the day…

     I will say that this past weekend was a trip, filled with several important interactions with some very important people in my life, also including a very fresh-and-refreshing interaction I’m trying hard not to be all spazzy about. Jesus, this sounds vague, but I have a point… Things are going exactly as they should… One important but weird interaction came from a friend I rarely see any more… The situation was weird and the details are not necessary, but she helped me speak a truth that is a good truth for me right now. I had said in the Valentine’s Day ramble that the day I got my ass kicked eight years ago was a big move, and something I did for me and no one else. Anyway, I had said something-or-other to this girl, and she replied, “Yeah, but aren’t you still in love with that one girl?...” To which I replied, “ Nope, the only person I’m in love with right now is myself...” The power of that verbalization was immediate; it was a good truth… The girl was puking ten minutes later and I was continuing on a fantastic adventure, but she was a catalyst for realization, and I was grateful for that truth…

     So yeah, the Universe is most certainly working. One of the other interactions involved my being asked why I feel the need to share my thoughts like this, or why I feel the need to say exactly what I want to whomever I choose when the notion grabs me, such as saying too much via-finger-spew to a girl I may like at the risk of alienation… Couldn’t I just write it and keep it to myself?... The answer to that is no, not right at this moment… I say what I say, and it is what it is, and I fucking love it… To re-use the Immortal words of Hank Moody, “I drink. I think. I write. Lather. Rinse. Repeat…”

Good day, People…
Boombalias