What can I say, I thought I had this thing knocked.
It’s not the noise and interruptions. It’s not the strangers who annoy. It’s not the stupid Wal-Mart buyers or the SUVs. It certainly isn’t my wife or anyone in rifleshot getting in my way. It isn’t even the Capital One customer service rep, nor is it anything I just now remembered from my past. It’s not the fact that the Dow dropped over 1,000 points, then climbed back 20%, and that means everything’s all right. It’s not the five o’clock thunderstorm that chases me inside with my tequila in my hand. Rather, it’s like a state of possession where everything that comes out of my mind and mouth is fucked.
I put it to her just like that, and she was better with the extra power from not being on the spot. Energy is everything. I tuned the 12-string and played until the chicken was hot. We ate outside and watched the magpie parade heading south to roost up in the canyon.
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