DILLON’S DIRTY DIRT-CHEAP ROAD DIARIES
DIRTY DISHES DONE DIRT CHEAP
Along these roads, you will eventually find your history.
I was fortunate to be the firstborn while my great-grandparents on both sides of my family were still living. I’m also deeply grateful that I was raised by my grandparents-members of an older generation who taught me well. At least, I hope they did.
I was especially lucky because my origins had already been put down on paper. I knew exactly where I came from, whose shoulders I stood upon, and which roads my family traveled before I arrived.
The phrase “dirt cheap” appeared in the early nineteenth century to describe something as inexpensive as the common earth beneath our feet. Major dictionaries place its first recorded use somewhere between 1815 and 1825, although similar uses may go back even further. Before “dirt cheap” became popular, English speakers sometimes used the phrase “dog-cheap” to mean essentially the same thing.
The expression is simple: something costs so little that its value is compared to ordinary dirt. Today, however, I have a much deeper understanding of the song “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.”
Taken literally, it describes dishonest or underhanded deeds performed at a bargain-basement price. The word that comes to my mind is (free) little Desert sidewinder son of a bitch. That meaning hits differently when you have watched your original ideas taken, repackaged, and presented as though they came from someone else.
Yes, that is dirt cheap.
However, they may have it. They could’ve handled it 100 million different ways then the way they did. However, that’s not my circus show. They also have to live with how they acquired it. People are not nearly as blind as some men would like to believe. They can continue constructing their narrative, however every road leaves tracks, every action becomes part of history, and every man eventually reveals himself.
I know where I came from. I know what I created. Most importantly, I know who I am. And so do many others in our community.
Their narrative belongs to them, along with whatever consequences it eventually creates. I’m good now. I have more roads to travel, more stories to tell, and far better things to create. One of which by the way over the last few days is moving dirt up in the High Desert. I think my grandparents also taught me was investment, especially in Properties. Because I have to tell you dirt isn’t cheap either.
Now, where is that goddamn belt goddamnit? FKERS happy Monday. And get out there and create some wonderful material. You don’t have to beg borrow or Steele to do it. In my humble opinion, of course. 🌙🛸🌵🌞🥵 🌙🛸🌵🌞🥵 🌙🛸🌵🌞🥵
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