LIFE IS 90% SHOWING UP, YO.
AND 10% GETTING OUT’ THE WAY.
This just happened.
I HAD THE sketchy how for who what when and where was in my head; the why sorta presents itself in the doing.
But this just just happened.
I stopped the automobiles’ reverse immediately.
Turned out it was his hand on the trunk.
The innovations of reverse gear white lights
marking an oncoming vehicle traveling in
reverse, standard and required a half century
or more, saved his ass. Literally saved this man
from being impaled under a 2003 TOYOTA COROLLA LS.
He lept from harms’ way. Who ruined that phrase?
JEEZ!!!!! he exclaimed.
He was ten feet past my car.
I was feverishly rolling down the window.
Oh, DUDE! I DIDN’T SEE YOU! I was plaintive.
ORDINARILY THE ANGER would not have subsided. In point of fact he protested once more, but my continued heartfelt horror at what had nearly happened on my watch (hand on gear) that this man had been forced to flee a specific danger and felt fear for a moment was clearly prescient to him by my tone, my urgency, and what then followed, it somehow got through to him.
Uhhhh, he was listening.
ARE YOU OK?
I meant it.
IT’S NICE WHEN SOMEONE ASKS THAT. And means it. you’ll find it is self-fulfilling, i.e. it feels good to truly inquire. we all have dangers we walk around with, in fear of, desperately trying to solve or subside, sometimes failing. Many among us injure others amongst themselves, every day. Many many babes are unwanted.
Waht? Why? I dunno.
I really don’t know.
HE WAS BACKPACKING FROM the bus, 73 Ravenna Ave, a working man solving his conundrum. As I happened upon him and then of course when I presented a new one. He was a goner but for THE LIGHTS. It is Quite The Quick Maneuver pulling out into the brief pause in traffic and shoving it back into slot permitted to park along the thoroughfare; what person walking by would ever think to anticipate a car waiting, waiting, when finally airborne would abruptly stop and reverse. The lights shining WHITE were like that odd sound we all know from A TRUCK BACKING UP.
URGENT ACTION REQUIRED.
Anyway, as I again apologized now profusely, lamely even, he laughed finally and continued onward north. He had but one thing to say as he turned, slight wave of his hand meant maybe to reassure me. dunno.
EVERYONE MAKES MISTAKES, he said.
oh, you’re watching
SAVED BY THE BELL reruns
on channel 6422.
Cool. Never mind.
“Bau bau,” she said.
Two times. she said it twice.
Kids love me. They’re drawn to me only cuz they are. I could break it down for you, your protestations notwithstanding. Can i get a word in edgewise? Kids adore me because I look at them. When I am consciously aware of a fracture of a 22% angle of a child’s gaze toward me, I’m too close. That’s not nice. But I don’t back away. I bend down. I kneel at their foot. I continue my gaze. I have trouble listening to anyone, sure, but not so much to kids. They enthrall me. I don’t know if any of you dear raiders recall, but I recall I was a child once. And all this is a lot scarier as we get older, so to see the innocence in a child is to reflect your own precious innocence. I endure to protect, cherish and influence the upbringing of my child. Circumstances require my forbearance that vitriol, vicissitudes in dissolution bled ad nauseum will not taint us.
Kiddo has a dad. That’s all I know.
In hindsight, persons momentarily polyamorous or redundant, an act inevitably begun in a simple tryst, find the base reason is not uniquely one of the power or sexual release of the experience; these aspects are moot. In a metaphoric sense, like the act itself, it’s what you do wit’ it. Continued selfish and selfless infidelity conscripts one into a life devoid of those things most of us maintain every day as a matter of cultural decorum; to overcome one must remember and return to a mentality that the point is to survive. Emotionally survive amidst a wasteland. Apply ones’ self and become functional, responsible, effectual, less metaphoric and more literal but to my mind, liberal. This despite a new life beyond hypocrites brandishing intemperance and banishing all sinners from their kingdom, This alongside a graveyard preened daily in living color to upset the child further. I couldn’t sexually survive without trust. Confidence. Understanding. Education. Patience. Honesty.
And i don’t see faith or forgiveness in there either.
EVERYONE MAKES MISTAKES he said.
I’m sure right there in the DSM bullshit they shovel their Big Pharma with is a condition, “dude who writes apology letter when divorcing” so simply call this a public acknowledgement.
Poor taste I’ve never been accused of… SNAP!
I was not quite eleven on May 4, 1970. Gov James Rhodes conscripts some young men. As National Guard members,they are in full battle regalia. They are sent to the college campus of Kent State University in Kent. Ohio. They shoot randomly across acres of the campus. Bullets falling harmlessly, the tactic being one of using these reports, the magazines of bullets flying hundreds of meters across the rolling hills of Ohio, sent as a message buttressing indefensible positions.
Yes, both the war and these young mens’ acts.
shudda been done long ago
Some of these bullets struck students.
Every person that day was impacted,
our lives jarred. This was the manner chosen
to bring harmony back to the campus of
college kids, many of whom at the time
faced literal conscription into horrors
embattled eight thousand miles away.
Most every American knew of families
torn apart by deaths and senseless brutality.
Then they witnessed.
I told my dad. Dint’ know if he saw.
That was a long time ago…
EVERYONE MAKES MISTAKES, I say.
and the why kinda presents itself in the doing