yesterday was big.

at least as far as historical significance goes, that's what i hear anyway. so it was forty years ago that kennedy got offed in downtown dallas. i remember being a lil kid and reading all kinds of stuff about him, i guess it was sort of a big deal given that i spent my formative years in dallas and it's sort of a big deal there, my grandmother and an uncle of mine were actually there that morning. elementary school classes take field trips to the sixth floor museum, i never went actually, they didn't construct the museum until i was in high school. by the time i developed any sort of an interest in it, it'd been twenty five years since the whole thing had happened. not being alive at the time, i have no idea who would have done it, i hear a guy named lee harvey oswald did it.

suffice it to say that if a president was killed in downtown dallas today, nobody would be talking about all these CIA, FBI, mob and Castro conspiracies, they'd be looking for los homeboys or something like that.

feeling: uncertain
thinking of: rocks
music: "bales of cocaine" reverend horton heat