KarenUhOh
You think girls like me grow on trees?
Bob Dylan, “True Love Tends To Forget”
A scabrous song, from Dylan’s most bitter album, Street-Legal. We’ve talked about it. I’m sure Bobby felt his missive was soaked in compassion, that he deserved to let you taste his bile—that he was nimble enough to turn the trick of ripping some harpy [S-A-R-A] a new asshole while plucking away at the heart on his sleeve. He succeeded only in delivering a shriveled heart via his own backdoor birth canal.
Not that it matters, or you should care, but its selection this AM is inspired by my occasional pastoral visit to the Boss’s Special Chair, where I was again told, through gritted teeth, that my days here appear numbered. Like, on my hands and if I’m real lucky my toes numbered.
Having been at this job eleven years, nine as Golden Child, it seems not only fitting but appropriate that I should shove Dylan off the table and engage in a little midwifery pushing of my own.
