Tuesday, October 17, 2006

CBGB's--Punk's Temple Falls.
"I heard a cry, like a woman in labor, a scream like a woman bearing her first child. It was the cry of Jerusalem gasping for breath, stretching out her hand and saying 'I am doomed! They are coming to kill me!'"
(Jeremiah 4:31)

"If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth. If I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy"
(Psalm 137)

Monday, October 16, 2006

Guns, God & True Love
After my mother died in 1989, my dad and I were looking for father-daughter bonding activities, and it was either gonna be this or bowling, so that's how I became shooter. Besides, Mr. Moe looked so great with my black leather trenchcoat and big blue-black hair. On Long Island, heavy metal is heavy metal. Even after I blew out the tweeters in my right ear shooting at Eastern Long Island's Calverton range, I still loved Mr. Moe. That shotgun is still as beautiful as ever, but I changed and so did the world. Our relationship just wasn't working, me & Mr. Moe had drifted apart.

I got sober in 1997, trading fire power for a higher power. A growing faith replaced gnawing fear, abiding love expelled hatred, anger gave way to serenity and behold, almost ten years later I'm all fired up---a warrior for light, not death. We broke up at MBI Firearms in Mineola. I sold Mr. Moe to Michael Britt, an old-school gun dealer I've know for years. I spent the money on my favorite vegan delicacies---nutbutters, tempeh and organic apricots. Picked up some rose-scented candles and pink quartz healing crystals too. I guess that's what happens when God comes into your life. You get a whole new set of toys.

"And they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more."
Isaiah 2:4