April22nd
On the first day of may
I had nothing left to say
40 damn years had gone by
cartoons both young and old and I watched as all my best friends lied
Stuck a pencil in my neck
Just to make sure I was alive
Then went to my hotel and sat down and cried
Like the shuffle of cards
the slide show begins
never can remember how the damn thing ends
How many times around this track
Dodging anxious spectators and hungry alligators
Chasing the rabbit of my mind
Comment by Sanlin — April 23, 2009 @ 4:27 pm
Forty-three years (because Owls are truthful ^^)
Don’t fret Southern Son–you’ll forever be youthful
And remain free of time’s slow-creeping curse
Because you’ve learned to age in reverse 
Comment by Sanlin — April 25, 2009 @ 11:06 am
And remember: “There’s no *crying* in baseba… er… *Birthdays!*” ^^ {{{Johnny}}}
I know, most guys don’t take particular Birthday milestones with strong measures of grace and aplomb. ^^ But, at least you did better than my Mom: she hid in a cave. Literally. They had to send out search parties… and helicopters. ^^
Now, as for *this* bird, I think it’s bloody marvelous ^^ that I’m turning 280 (in Owl years) near the end of May. Given the amount of times I’ve been on a nodding acquaintance with Old Grim and the unshakable certainty that I’d be burnt out or stone cold by the time I was 30, it’s a victory for me to still be here n’ hooting. I fully intend to become increasingly more fun, fabulous and feathery each year I spend on this good green Urth.
So, celebrate and have a fabulous time for your upcoming Birthday, brother. You’ve already packed several lifetimes into under half a lifetime and you still have many incredible adventures ahead of you. 
{{{Johnny}}} You truly *live* your life, every day… and that’s an accomplishment worthy of a grand paaartay. Don’t forget, you’re the lad that, when people ask you how you’re doing, says “fantastic!” and genuinely *means* it. {{{Johnny}}}
Comment by Alisa — April 27, 2009 @ 8:08 am
Hey my friend, Chasing rabbits…
Better on the bunny trail than sweating, shaking, with a pistol in your mouth because you can’t catch that fucking dragon that a lot of us get lost into.
Thanks to you, though it did take me a while to “hear” you the last time we spoke, I finally, just stopped running after something that was only making me to do so, just to kill me. (was a couple of years ago when you were in Syracuse, with Train)
You might have thought it was a superfluous conversation with one of those crazy-ass Syracuse chicks but honestly, it got me thinking…
I had put my head right, it’s not such a bad place after all. And, I got myself off the shit I’d been chasing over 25yrs. If it weren’t for you Mr. Johnny Colt, this Syracuse chick would not be sitting here writing this comment-period.
I’d looked at a lot of things and had realized what a lucky son of a bitch I really am. I’ve seen and done a lot of things that many people either can’t understand, wouldn’t go to, or simply didn’t have the drive to do. Plus, the bonus is that I live and have gained the wisdom of someone who’s lived a lot longer than I have. Somehow I have survived so much crap, so many near death overdoses, years of pretending to be happy when really, I would be hoarding drugs because there would come a day that I was going to mainline all of it at once.
I was fantasically lost for a number of reasons. Most that wouldn’t be prudent to state here and now, but you are one of few who would “get it” even though I don’t make statements as to what they are.
I live because I found my head, and use it. You either by accident or maybe on purpose, dunno, showed me where the door was to taking care of myself. You showed me again either by accident or on purpose that I could still be crazy cool, intense, and maintain my street cred, without being all fucked up high on all the drugs. There wasn’t just one of choice and it never mattered what it was in front of me, I’d smoked it, drank it, ate it, snorted it, and/or injected it into my veins.
Instead of losing my head and trying to find a way to remove it all together, I got into it. I’ve learned more by observing myself, actions, speach than from what a hundred poeple had been screaming at me for years. It didn’t take a hundred people, in the long run, it took one. Go figure!
Just a really sweet guy, who was always kind to me and my friends. He’d gotten himself yelled at by Steven Tyler just to say hi to me. He was, who I, (secretly) looked up to as a big brother, since I was 19yrs old. He was so cool, intense, and brilliant, and never pulled that whole, screw you I’m a rock star thing on anyone. (in front of me anyway)
You stated you’d dodged spectators. Yet, at every show that I have ever been to, regardless of the city or country for that matter, you found me to talk to, to see how I was, to make sure that my friends and I were okay, and if it was we needed anything.
I dunno man, this is rambling now. I guess that I not only want to wish you the happiest Birthday but want you to also know that if it weren’t for your original birthday, some of us may not be here either. Thank you-Thank you-Thank you!
Mad luv to you, take care, be well, and maybe use the first part of your special day to reflect on all the very positive things that you’ve said/done, and how much you’ve done by incident, to make other people’s lives better, and give hope in that it is worth living.
Love ya always,
Alisa
AKA- that Syracuse chick that everybody used to call EMO.
