filler

The Lost Bug

Detail of 'Bug Martini' by Adam Huber, 12 August 2015.A couple decades ago, pop singer Madonna stirred passions by announcing that she wanted to adopt a child, and that child would be gay.

Yeah. Really. Approximately. I think.

Well, you know. That’s what I remember. And in those days right before the rise of the information superhighway? You’d think they were dark ages, a long-lost era. I’m not certain how many of my age peers’ memories reach back to the middle of the nineties, speak nothing of beyond. Then again, our only real verification that the eighties existed is bad music and this curious videologued gospel of The Lost Boys.

The Lord sayeth, “Sometimes she shines, and I know Beauty has her way”. Amen.

Oh, right. Hell’s bells, I’m not actually doing a Madonna song.

Wait a minute, she is empirical proof of the eighties.

Never mind. This is all just filler, anyway. Setup. Because you know Adam went and broke something, again.

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Huber, Adam. “A Dip Off the Old Block”. Bug Martini. 10 August 2015.

Morbid Filler

Should I pitch a fit about motorcycles?

Actually, why would I? It accomplishes nothing useful.

Then again it is also true that the latest Bug Martini brings to mind less pleasant associations with the two-wheeled demons.

Triptych detail of 'Bug Martini' by Adam Huber, 11 June 2015.Like how it seemed really weird, once upon a long lost youth, how it turned out that as everyone fought over loud music to the point that they had to make up general noise ordinances, someone somewhere tried to exempt Harley Davidson motorcycles specifically. That kind of hurt the rebellious glamour of the legendary bikes for some, but nobody really cares. The thing is that if I try to compare rap music and McDonald’s, it wouldn’t make any sense to you, but that actually has a small chapter in the story.

Never mind.

There are the bikes that can still be heard racing along the state highway near my home, and I do mean racing.

Or the time … I mean, you know, the first time your child sees a scene and knows someone has died. Seriously, the bike pretty much exploded when it hit the car. Maybe not in the fiery sense, but it was scattered in small pieces. Luckily, the body was out of view.

I don’t hate motorcycles. I just need filler. And, well, I don’t know, blame Adam.

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Image note: Triptych detail of Bug Martini by Adam Huber, 11 June 2015.