Yesterday was two, two, twenty two

I noticed a few references in my peoplescape/mediascape noting that yesterday’s date had a lot of twos in it.

At some point I realized that the date was a kind of spiritual continuation of the first lines of the Morphine song French Fries With Pepper.

On six, six, sixty-six, I was little, I didn’t know shit about

Seven, seven, seventy-seven, eleven years later still don’t know any better ’bout

Eight, eight, eighty-eight, it’s way too late for me to change, and by

Nine, nine, ninety-nine, I hope I’m sittin’ on the back porch drinkin’ red wine

French Fries With Pepper, Morphine

Given the un-mellifluousness of “aught, aught, double-aught” and “one, one, eleven”, it’s been a long time coming.