The Style Of No Style

Live the work first.

I am not some famous young multi-million dollar winning poker pro living in the tropics.
I am old, locked inside a gated-golfing community, surrounded by chubby senior citizens in pastel plaid Bermuda shorts and carts that look like a Rolls Royce limo or a Ford hot rod.
They all decorate for Halloween but trick or treatin’ is prohibited.
Scary people who want to reduce the size of government while simultaneously enjoying Medicare & Social Security.  They support the troops but don’t want to pay taxes.  They are pro-life and pro-death penalty.  As they attempt to impose their religion on everybody else, they chant their support of the U.S. Constitution.  Must’ve missed a few sections.
Proud veterans sporting bumper stickers about their military service.  I got out forty-eight years ago, I’m over it.
Hey! Bumper Sticker idea.  I GOT OUT 48 YEARS AGO.  I’M OVER IT.
The next time you hear some panderer speechifying about restoring our freedoms, understand he is likely to be one of those who would ban marijuana, contraception, online poker, the right to choose, marrying the person you love WHILE SUPPRESSING YOUR RIGHT TO VOTE.  Hello?  Don’t get me started.
Except to walk the dogs, exercise and grocery shop, I try not to leave the property.
I think that’s better for everybody.
So, I move from my recliner to my Eames chair to my big grey ball, which is my location as I write.  Virtually cured my back.
I read, I think.  Sometimes, I think, then I read.  Sometimes I stop in the middle of one and do the other.  I take notes.
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Witnesses say they saw woman looking confused.  Actual Florida headline.  I’m sorry – no offense, ladies – but this can’t possibly be news.
Jay-Z tells me, Remember where you came from, what got you here and why you love this game so much. – LeBron James
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The kid asked me about fighting.   “I don’t think of it as hurting people,” I explained.  “I think… well, like I am educating them.  Teaching them a lesson…which explains the cliche.”
The greats always stay uncomfortable – Erik Spoelstra
Possible title: Handlebar Nosehairs: A Meditation On Aging.
A haiku maybe.
So I am thinking
   about stuffing my big dog.
Sorta like Trigger.
Brain eating will go on, but zombie walk is dead.  Another actual headline.  Seems like news to me, even for Florida.
How do you like me now?
If there is something that moves me to prove, I will try my best to prove it. – Bernard Hopkins
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I had a girl once.
Used to sneak outa work early
drive two hundred miles
at ninety per hour
just to be with me.
So I married her.
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Good, better, best
never let it rest
until your good is better
and your better is your best.
– Tim Duncan’s mom.
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Alcohol and tobacco are the real gateway drugs.  The lottery, too.
Friend rolls car into retiree having his morning coffee on bench.
Opening lines of a dangerous story.  Let me tell you about my wife.  I can’t tell you all about her, but I can tell you all I know.
Justices are top fundraisers.  This can’t be good for the less fortunate.
When you get older, there are things you see quicker and certainly things you see but know you probably can’t get there. – Brad Friedel
Tossed in trash bin, injured 6-foot boa dies but dog lives.  Oh, yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.  Woof!!
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 I never went through a time that was so difficult I couldn’t get through it.  I think of myself as blessed.