May 25, 2005

  • It’s a shame.  But I guess if you drag a fan with a long enough electrical cord behind the ass of shitting dogs, sooner or later the blades will strike the shit.


     


    Some scumpiece broke into my vehicle today while I was at work.  Broke the front passenger seat window entirely out and stole about $7 is spare change from the change cup between the two front seats.  My alarm must have been blaring as he reached in and grabbed that single or double handful of loose change.  Had I come upon him in that moment…ha!  You’d be reading about it in the news.


     


    Instead, I returned to my vehicle after work,  resolute to run (in Dreamland Cemetery),  hopeful (to enjoy the evening fully), and intending (to pick up some side-cash handymanning for a pair of psychiatrists).


     


    All dashed by the circumstances.  My awareness and response thereto.


     


    Immediately I began detesting all victimizing imagined and unimaginable sorts of (in)humanity.


     


    Then I settled into a if-I’m-going-to-be-stung-I’m going-to-sting-back mindset of retaliation.


     


    And, finally, I was forced by someone to laugh about it, about everything, anything at all.


     


    Imagine that: me forced to laugh.


     


    After having moped and frowned over my perceived loss for hours and hours, that first smile hurt big-time.   But it was really, releasingly good.


     


    Blessed are the smile-makers.  Proving once again that teeth are more than merely the precision insturments of predators.

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