So glad that this is the weekend, because the past few days were like having my balls hit with...
...a knotted rope.
Not saying I'm the most stable person, but I've encountered numerous folk this week that either are trying new medication, experimenting with medication, or are in dire need of medication.
Every other woman is on the same cycle. Every other man is stressed because he might lose his job, can't afford Xmas for his kids, or his woman is driving him away to another identically bitter woman.
I'm either hassled by "The Man," or manhandled by the soon to be displaced.
Sitting in my car I see a big stray dog all skin and bones walking by, I tear off part of my Sonic Burger and open the door. He's all happy and gobbles it down, then flips out and tries to bite me. Jumping backwards into my car I hit my head on the edge of the car roof, slam the door on my index finger and end up sitting on the rest of my Sonic Burger while the dog is jumping up on my car door snapping at the window and covering it with Cujo spit. I love animals, even the one in the burger I was trying to eat, but I swear if I'd had a gun I'd have shot the fucking dog right there for all that.
Pulled my Nano out of my backpack and listened to the soothing voice of David Lynch from "Catching the Big Fish: Meditation, Consciousness, and Creativity" and took a moment to see that sad, worn and teary eyed face looking back at me from the rear view mirror. Inside that old man with sad green eyes is a small little boy that just wants to love and be loved.
Not saying I'm the most stable person, but I've encountered numerous folk this week that either are trying new medication, experimenting with medication, or are in dire need of medication.
Every other woman is on the same cycle. Every other man is stressed because he might lose his job, can't afford Xmas for his kids, or his woman is driving him away to another identically bitter woman.
I'm either hassled by "The Man," or manhandled by the soon to be displaced.
Sitting in my car I see a big stray dog all skin and bones walking by, I tear off part of my Sonic Burger and open the door. He's all happy and gobbles it down, then flips out and tries to bite me. Jumping backwards into my car I hit my head on the edge of the car roof, slam the door on my index finger and end up sitting on the rest of my Sonic Burger while the dog is jumping up on my car door snapping at the window and covering it with Cujo spit. I love animals, even the one in the burger I was trying to eat, but I swear if I'd had a gun I'd have shot the fucking dog right there for all that.
Pulled my Nano out of my backpack and listened to the soothing voice of David Lynch from "Catching the Big Fish: Meditation, Consciousness, and Creativity" and took a moment to see that sad, worn and teary eyed face looking back at me from the rear view mirror. Inside that old man with sad green eyes is a small little boy that just wants to love and be loved.
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