I love the taste and smell of arugala. I love the taste of a cigarette as I inhale the smoke coming off the grill as a Porterhouse steak finds its way. I like lacing up my go fasters at high noon in the middle of summer to put in 5 miles. I enjoy being the one to cash out a bowl as well as the amazing fragrance it releases. I enjoy calling someone out on their bullshit and watching them squirm. I love the face my daughter makes right before she fires a softball at my brand new catchers mitt. Shit, I love the smell of my mitt and the sound it makes when she throws a strike. I love the glow of my laptop as I drown myself in something that fulfills me.
However, when I look out of the window, the sky seems to be getting a little lower. As if it might one day collapse on me as I'm grilling a nice steak and having a smoke. Each day I get up and step outside, the sky is a little lower. Lower and lower and lower. Almost to the point where I can no longer smell my catchers mitt, feel that strike, or cash that bowl. Basically I can't enjoy anything, because I am so consumed by the fact that the sky is no longer holding up it's end of the bargain. I foolishly believed that if I got up everyday, the sky would greet me and be at the same height it was the day prior. Turns out the sky is an asshole and has made an ass out of me.
Or has it? Let's say I just forget about where the sky is, and just continue to do the things I love and enjoy? I mean, I have no control over the sky. I can't make it stay where it is. No matter how long I stare at it, it will ultimately do it's thing. Perhaps fall.
So how I see it, is I have two options: I can A- Get up everyday and measure the amount the sky has fallen. Or B- Get up each day and continue to play catcher, cash out bowls, run with my dog, and keep the grill fired up. Hmmm.... that's a tough one.
Why won't the sky just fall already so I don't have to contemplate such an existential conundrum?!
Peaces and Creases
Turbonegro out
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