Ma passed on the 10th, and the wind was knocked out of me, and I just couldn't deal with keeping up on these.
Ozzy was one of of my faves, but my uncles worshipped him.
I didn't even mention him at the wake after-party.
His songs popped up on the radio, and we were kinda silent about it.
There's always been this weird tension in our culture over whether weird nerds like me should "be allowed" to listen to metal.
I dunno, I'm a horror guy, and horror and metal go together like peanut butter and jelly.
And Stephen King is a fellow geek. He ain't sleeping with a million groupies.
Although...he did do the coke.
Well, if I stuck to things that didn't have gatekeepers, I'd literally have nothing.
And I'm not fucking doing that.
So, fuck you, I liked Ozzy.
And I fucking miss him.
A world without Ozzy and my mother sucks.
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