Waking up late enough just in time to catch the last minutes of the morning feels pretty… fucking… good. It has been a while and competing with the sunrise is foolish. The consistency it has is not to be fucked with. Bfast, lunch and dinner were pretty amazing yesterday so why would I try to out-do myself today. Some za delivery will do just fine. Moderation right? Hangover. Either way, it wasn’t the jets practicing in the Chicago skies that woke me this morning — funny how in some countries that particular rumble of the sound barrier being broken isn’t for crowds that are gathering at the nearby beach, park, or open field venue to be entertained. I could not imagine what it would be like living and fearing that sound. Guilty, I was once entertained, the sunburn was the first of that year. We had walked 8 miles to squeeze ourselves into the crowded beach full of angry dads and moms that were there for quality family time. — it was the empty stomach rumble that woke me. // He does not like to watch individuals get hurt and his laughter, rather his giggle, reminds me of someone he might have once been. He wears the smell whiskey daily and does not drag his heals. Had we met in Mrs. Spuhler’s class back in 1986 I am almost positive that he and I would still be friends. Friends like those that I have where not much social maintenance is required. You know, you see them once or twice a year, if that, and very little time is given to catching up or reminiscing because you are busy being present. But we haven’t had that, because we are just getting started. // Snow Pants // One day the phone will stop ringing. // THX for the sound delivery EJH.
Jai Paul - BTSTU (edit)
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