an intro to the tame and neurotic

I recall a napkin from about years ago. bar nap. lynaugh's pub. it said on the back twenty four years old and still stupid. no, i didn't write it. i was stupid, but was twenty-two at the time. was likely a whiskeytown show, maybe early wilco, when they were still playing little clubs. maybe it was the v-roys. but i remember that napkin and what it meant. to think, we had the knowledge that we were stupid in our early to mid twenties. but that knowing meant something. it was a look to the near future. a telling glance that we had certain things to offer - certain things, any things like art, passion, music, poetry, ability to hurt another, to mold another, to reach another, to collect and gather, to create, to destroy. and that was fifteen years ago. i remember that napkin, remember it well.