Banter? I just met her...
Ok you five, I'm on my way to New York City for the week. I will try to get a East Coast post or two up but don't hold your breathe. Because you may assfixeate yourself.
I hope my folks don't see this.
I wish San Francisco summers had a little more heat associated with it.
He grew up throwing his baseball against the walls of their perfectly square barn. He was said to have gone instantly insane when a teammate told him he couldn't hit the broadside of a barn.
I bet those moats that castles used to have around them were full of some nasty shit.
Had I been mature enough, more grateful, less bratty that day. All that remains is the memory of the moment. It fleeted forgotten from me years before I uncovered the mystery that was, that moment. That moment. Those few minutes. A distant memory of an indelible, magical, finite instant that I oppressed into a cowering glob of untruth. I stood atop of Mt Kilimanjaro at almost 19,000 feet as a 13 year old boy, wishing I was at JV basketball practice with the rest of my team. Looking down on the African continent, looking down on commercial jets as they descend beneath the clouds we ascended two days earlier. A summit at sunrise overlooking the world, seeing all that. All that space. All that land. I imagine Alexander the Great must have had a similar moment. A life changing instant, where he rationally concluded he will indeed conquer the world. I chose as well. I chose to acknowledge that instant as merely a vehicle to get me to the next moment; filler. That morning, the place where only I can go, vanished into the wind 21 years ago. Sometimes though, that imaginary image does hit me. I see that day so clearly, so vivid, so fresh in my mind. It calms. It quiets. I see that frozen moment years ago I forgot to live through as a child. I squeeze it close to my soul, always to remember that which I had forgotten.
FACTS ABOUT CHINA:
Number of people in China without electricity in 2002:
Number of cellphone users in China:
207 million, most worldwide
International trade surplus in 2003:
Number of internet users:
87 million, second only to US
Leading export market:
Yearly population increase:
29th day without a cigarette...yes I want one right now.
In regards to a broken habit...
"I just can't imagine doing anything 20 times in one day."
--K. Chandler 1998--
People love talking about themselves. Even when who they are and what they do is completely irrelevant and harmful to the groups' cause. But hey Mr. Red hair, perm, architect, who has lived in the Tenderloin for 9 years and knows exactly what the previous person was trying to say but couldn't get out because he wasn't finished listing all his accolades and injuries and living situations and next of kin and preference of undergarment and birth date.
Did I mention I have a pilot's license? I did. I can juggle too. Juggle fire.
Come see the ducks!
just a reminder, don't forget your sunscreen. Apply and re-apply.
when I think of things and why they are the way they are I tend to tell myself it is others who are the problem creators and I am forced to react to the problem they created. but maybe I should analyze myself and see if I myself created the problem. It may help me resolve some of their issues. For them.
In the era of my youngsterhood, I fought Pirates in Nancy Creek
My first kiss a girl named Lizzie, I don't mean on the cheek.
In the era of my youngsterhood, I threw eggs at cars
Tennis camp for one week, the next three in Brevard.
In the era of my youngsterhood, I made believe it all
Today I try to make believe but made believe is gone.
I can't find the buttermilk
Man talks on cellphone.
Man: "Hey Man, I ain't got no money and this is someone else's cellphone!"
Orange Julias turned white when his sweet, sweet friend Cinnabomed the FoodCourt. He said he saw a Chic-fil-aed. Thank god we all took the Subway.
The names at the top of your phonelist are the only one's that really matter