Putting on my Grandpa Hat, I address the kind readers of my website:

I remember driving to Lonesome Road with my first girlfriend nearly 20 years ago now . . . we parked nearby and lay in the back of my Cherokee listening to music while it rained outside. Dude, it was so cool . . .

Ever since then, I always end up alone on Lonesome Road again by accident and feel the FULL OF WEIGHT OF TIME crush down upon me. Naturally, embarrassingly, I’ll also be listening to music I would have been listening to back then. As everyone knows, when you return to your hometown, especially under a dark and humid constellation as I have, you essentially devolve into a primitive life form that has the emotional maturity of a termite. Oops!!

on emma’s fridge

I don’t know how many of you are aware of this, but I’m a bit of a badass. Yes, I have a heart of gold and am a perfect precious angel whom everyone loves, but I also have no respect for authority and live by my own set of rules few could understand. The cops have never been able to catch me because I’m just too fast for them.

And so it was that yesterday I went to a beloved grocery store chain and saw these two gingerbread men who, having no alternative, were staring up and smiling happily upon me. I observed that one of them even had little stars for buttons. I felt a primal compulsion to take them both and so I did, plucking them from their tray with a little square of parchment paper. I then walked around the store with no intention of buying anything, all the while eating these two gingerbread men in full view of the public and the good Lord above. So brazen was my crime that I became immune to the fear of any mortal punishment.

Once satiated, I crumpled up the paper and tossed it in a trashcan. I cruised out of the store with the confidence of a man a hundred feet tall before suddenly realizing, with some dismay, that I now had the rest of my life to worry about again . . .

DAS ENDE.

i went on a walk in the cold and took a picture of the moon over the hospital where i was born . . .

i thought about how, almost exactly three months ago, which may as well have been a decade ago, i took a picture of that same moon over brooklyn for someone who soon became very special to me

(thanks for the pic nora)

So we see that even when Fortuna spins us downward, the wheel sometimes halts for a moment and we find ourselves in a good, small cycle within the larger bad cycle. The universe, of course, is based upon the principle of the circle within the circle. At the moment, I am in an inner circle. Of course, smaller circles within this circle are also possible.

“Oh, Fortuna, blind, heedless goddess, I am strapped to your wheel,” Ignatius belched, “Do not crush me beneath your spokes. Raise me on high, divinity.”

When Fortuna spins you downward, go out to a movie and get more out of life.

(a confederacy of dunces)

pretty sure i have accidentally tortured several girlfriends by blasting this in the car on loop (lol) . . . also my karaoke song

tbh i really did need a compliment from these angels today lol

ok . . . enough moping and complaining. no more sad posts. deleting the worst of them. for god’s sake, live! smile through the tears . . . everything is ok . . . really!