last of the famous*

i like babies, probably more so than the next person but the thought of having a boy has always scared me down to the bone. its quite strange because obviously i like men so why does the thought of them being little gross me out to such an extent? knowing my dislike and borderline fear of one day possibly holding in my womb an alien like hoodlum, i can honestly say that i would not abort, even an accidental pregnancy, were it to be the son of my friend liam's. my point being, liam is that good a human being.

i see liam once a year, twice if the stars are magically aligned and time with him, however short it may be, never ceases to amaze me. he is a modern day pirate/philospher/poet/giver, lover and liver of life. these traits are not come across that easily.

nikki, after an ever swift move from chicago back home, joined me on a trip to madison to see this good human friend of mine, liam. while the setting was not ideal (we were watching his metal band amongst a bunch of puberty struck teenagers), the hanging before and after the show was quality.

sometime during the show, in an attempt for grander theatrics, some glass bulbs were shattered and chards began pouring down from the ceiling. fearing for our lives, nikki and i made our way outside; a true sign that we are getting older, but hopefully wiser too.

*the title of this blog is directly related to liam's new morrissey tattoo. can he get anymore awesome? probably not but being liam, he'll surely find a way.