i have my own cash. i haven't borrowed money from my mom since i was like 13.

don't borrow. MAKE THEM PAY. you know, in reparation.

reparation for making me come here? i got my reparation with my dad. you should see the look i gave him in the hospital.

random fact: i'm a bastard child!

me too!

If I were dying, would you guys come visit me?

It doesn't hurt to plan these things.

Thanks for Morrison Hotel, especially since I've never heard it.

God, if I knew I had an hour to live, what album would I listen to?

what in the fuck? like, uh, for serious???

Sorry. I've heard songs from it but never the whole thing. I keep looking for a good, clean vinyl copy but I've yet to find one.

Blue Sunday.

Indian Summer.

other than Celebration of the Lizzard King, that's the Doors at their finest for me.

I grew up on the Doors. I think my dad has all that original vinyl (somewhere). the scarey midget on the cover of Strange Days used to give me nightmares.

between that, ZOSO and the Sabbath album, I'm fairly certain dad smoked pot.

Oh, yeah, it's a sure thing.

I have the Doors debut, Strange Days, Waiting for the Sun, and LA Woman. I don't know why I passed up Morrison Hotel. It's on my list, though. I love the Doors.

well i like you. you would be a cool grandparent. my grandma is square. and a bitch.

Me three!

But you already knew I was a bastard so whatever.

I just got home from 6 days in hospital. Got my appendix out, complications etc.

but you're not a manipulative cunt. i would visit you too if you wanted.

i think the more appropriate term is "love child", but then again, who knows.

i can see many advantage to such condition.

for one thing, there is lust in your bloodline, which is such a healthy instinct. none of that "life is worthless and not worth continuing" crap genes in you.

and second, and perhaps more importantly, it looks like nature wanted to make you no matter what. sort of like the legendary bastard king arthur. rather than being born out of conventional arrangements, there was some greater force behind your creation.

congratulations, you lucky bastards.

A case of beer, a smoke of grass, a drunken fuck.

i think you missed my point. if you want to see your life through the narrow view of petty-bourgeois morality, you have that choice. your loss. :p

i'm a bastard too.