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Monday, November 03, 2008 | |
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Halloween 2008 / Maybe Location: 20:00 yest, leaving church early Mood: full (of chili) Music: painted faces fill the places I can't reach   Friday night, Heartgirl and I went out with Bryson, his wife, Paul and buncha other people. Hit up three parties and rolled in at 3:30 Saturday morning. First party was the above sweatbox. Think I blew out my left eardrum. Which sucks, cause I still need it. Eh, got my right. Bryson and his wife gave Heartgirl a thumbs-up. Their votes count because they're first-stringer friends. Second party, was at my old standby where some other friends dropped in and some dropped out. Third party was fulla Heartgirl's friends; nice guys with the exception of one overly handy dude. Saturday, just stayed in. Made a buncha chili. Sunday, Sheridan stops by. Over some chili he tells me that he just flew in from Miami where he bought this building. Had two Valentino shirts and an Italian leather coat that didn't fit me so I gave them to him. Quite a different life I lead these days. Still, it's nice that my friends from my old life don't really care if I'm styling Valentino or H&M. S'funny, my friends and family believe in me more than I do sometimes. Maybe cause they remember the guy I once was. Maybe they just keep me around cause I make some killer chili. Or maybe they just think I'll be ok. November's always been a good month for me. Cept for 2007 and 2006. Those were full on fail. Then again, maybe I'll be ok. Some things are looking up.   Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Tuesday, July 29, 2008 | |
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All good things come to an end Location: my office Mood: heartbroken Music: the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day til the feeling went away  Him: What's the point of dating her if it's not going anywhere? Me: All relationships end. Some just end sooner than others. Anthropologist Ernest Becker once said that Everything that man does in his symbolic world is an attempt to deny and overcome his grotesque fate. All relationships end. And all relationships that matter end in tears. It's just the way it goes. There's nothing you adore now, that you can hold now, that you won't lose at some point down the line. Either because it goes - or you go. It's all ashes and dust and there's not a goddamn thing you can do about it. And it doesn't matter how you go, yeah? Someone'll wish you didn't. Writers try and cheat the end we know is coming. It's our sad way of staying longer than we should. Because I've tricked you, you see. I've made you think of me. My grandmother passed away. I'm heartbroken.  Please don't say, I'm sorry. Tell me something funny or interesting. Cause I gotta go home and dunno what to say to my mom. I'm a crap writer. I've run outta words. Labels: church, dialogue, discussion, faith, family, goodbye Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Wednesday, March 05, 2008 | |
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Grace and Mercy Location: 22:00 yest, Rego Park Mood: hopeful Music: life goes on Long after the thrill of livin is gone  Him: The fine is $2,000 a day for non-compliance. Me: (coughing) You either gotta kill me and sell my body parts a nickel a shot, or we've gotta work something out. Him: (laughing) We don't have a department for that type of collection. (pause) I can give you two more days. Can you be in compliance by then? Me: (nodding) Hell or high water. Do y'know the difference between Grace and Mercy? They're two sides of the same coin.
Today I was running around all morning, having one unpleasant meeting after another, before I finally made it to my office. And there sat my brother. He dropped everything and took the 7AM flight outta Florida. I was in the hood, thought I'd see you, he joked. Then he looked down for a moment and asked, You ok? Outside, my three employees were working, my partner was in her office, and I had clients waiting. I said it before, the words that'll make a grown man cry are, I'm on my way. Just showing up's even better. But a boss weeping in his office doesn't do anyone any good. So instead, I coughed, cleared my throat, frowned and nodded. He got it. Later that night he and his friend Kathy had dinner with my folks, laughed, and sang about two American kids growing up in this heartland on the road home. Today I got mercy from a total stranger and grace from my earliest memory. Yes, I said honestly, I'm ok, now. Labels: depression, dialogue, discussion, faith, family Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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