You ever have one of those days where you just finally say, No, I refuse to keep the grandkids ever again. Yeah. Me neither.
Never had a pager, never had an eight-track. Life just moved too fast. Still got a shitload of CDs.
Looking at a Bizarro cartoon. A Seventies orange AMC pulls up to a stop before a brick wall spanning the road. There’s a sign. An exclamation mark on a yellow triangle. Rectangle below – see I was awake all four times I took Mrs. Casey’s Geometry class – rectangle below, a paler color: AN UNEXPECTED ERROR OCCURRED. RESTART YOUR JOURNEY.
Things I’d like to know. How old was I the first time my ass started hurting the day after sex? Wake up feeling like I beat the crap outa Sean Penn last night and then I look at her, the young redhead and I think, you did this to me. Even with her weekend hair. How do you get your hair so spiky? In so many directions?
My life like a leaf. I make one wrong decision, correct for error.. Call them course corrections.
Regrets. Oh, yeah, I’ve had a few. Those people who say they don’t. No regrets. They just didn’t try hard enough.
You must always be willing to lose. And always always working not to. Always. Life is not just a journey, it’s a grand tour. Or a dodge-ball game.
Tell me, girlfriend. Where do you get your philosophy? My words fall like silent raindrops, echoes, you know that. Meanwhile, the people are worshiping a neon god. The signs say the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls. You are not listening. No one dares. Listen, for Godsakes!
Then do something about it. Silence like a cancer grows.
Do not stay silent.