Reaching back.....

I haven't done any rhyming stuff in years, but I can't think of anything else to do. I kind of want you to hate it even though it isn't written yet. I guess that could be yet another reason to see a therapist. Anyways....




Life is a tremendous thing to behold
It throws you here and there
Grasping for ground, grasping for air
Feet always searching a hold

It tosses you up, and rapidly down
Gives some good, and then some bad
A little happy, a little sad
Soon your feet find the ground

You start to grow, then age
You get beyond the past
The partying won't last
You finally have to turn the page

You think of husband or a wife
The drink loses it's hold
The smoke kinda gets old
You start to want a real life.

I think of all these thoughts
Of moving on in life
Of avoiding all the strife
Of connecting all the dots

Some day it might be so
Some day I'll know what's right
Some day I might see the light
Some day it might be so

But with a soul this corrupt
I wouldn't get your hopes up.

-B-

12 Good Ones.....

It's been an interesting day. I'm up for trying something new, so let's do this in a time-line fashion....

3:24pm: Wake up, groggy, confused. DVR'd ATHF repeating itself. Drainage time!

4:00pm: Watching TV.

6:45pm: Still watching TV, but agreeing to help Roomie work on his car.

7:30pm: Still working on Roomie's car, slight tinge of regret for offering.

10:15pm: Still fixing the car, went with a "Lehi Solution," (which basically means bypassing anything that you don't understand.) Problem solved. I can't claim credit, though I want to, because he thought of it first.

11:00pm: Head out for some fun.

1:15am: Find out the cook at the bar went to Jr High with me. Mind is officially boggled.

1:16-2:15am: Re-telling of old stories with newfound old friend.

2:20-2:45: Ride home.

2:45 to present: Reflection on the day.... Thoughts of the day went in this order: "Sweet, finally caught up on my DVR'd stuff."
"Learning how to work on Asian import cars is cool!"
"Working on Asian Import cars sucks ass!"
"Crap.... I'm bleeding."
"WooHoo, we fixed the car, working on imports is cool again."
"Lets go out and enjoy the night off"
"Crap, finger is bleeding again."
"Yessir, I would like another."
"Dammit, wont this thing just heal and stop gushing?"
"Shots? Sure!"
"If this any type of a normal day for me, Life ain't so bad."

And possibly the worst thought of the night happened next....

"Damn, I really want to write about this stuff...."


Maybe I didn't meet any hot chicks, or get offered a high paying job, didn't win the lottery, was fully clothed the whole time, and I ended up spending the night playing on the Unholy Internet as usual. Who cares? As far as life goes... That was a damned good 12 hrs. Watched TV, worked on a car, and hung out with friends. The only thing that was missing was video games, but I covered that before I went to sleep in the morning.

Hey, I'm a single dude, this is seriously about as good as it gets. The only way it could've been better is if there was tacos or bacon involved. Of course a hot chick would've been cool too.

Today was a good day.

Goodnight / Good Day / Whatever...

-B-


"Today I didn't even have to use my AK, I got to say it was a good day" -- Ice Cube

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