House of Cards

Most days you pretend. You take another card from the deck and you put up a wall. But, they're not your average cards, they look just like walls. Your neighbors compliment you on "building a mighty-fine house."

On wonderful, rare days you put up a real wall. It's sturdy and you can lean on it. You lean hard on these walls. Your cards lean hard on these walls. "Yes, that's a sturdy house you're building."

Months go by and the house is bigger. "It's becoming a good, strong house." It's about this time the big, bad wolf of doubt comes along. Huff. Puff. The house collapses on itself.

You realize you've been fooling yourself. They're not walls; they're cards. Flimsy cards. Flimsy cards that made a mess of your house. The few walls left standing remind you of your foolishness.

You stare at your non-house. Your rubble of cards. Time to start again. First, clean up the mess.

You start putting the cards back in the deck. You find old walls, rotted walls that you'd covered with cards. With all the cards put away, you notice the cracked foundation. You try to remember the old house. The house you thought could survive anything and everything.

The house you remember has cracks in the walls, flaking paint, and a leaky roof. You don't care. That dilapidated house was at least a home. You'd like to go home.

Most days you pretend. You take another card from the deck and you put up a wall.

Jukebox Hero

So, just a music update. The two songs that etched themselves in my brain as a kid. I remember listening to a tape of these songs, which had been recorded off the radio, over and over. It wasn't until couple years later that I owned my first tape Def Leopard Pyromania which my sister Candy gave to me. I think I shortly after inherited Quiet Riot as well.