ping pong afternoon

Expectations are like eating bad clams and oysters. They are the remnants of peek performances by people from a different time; a different place; under completely different circumstances at various opportunity levels. Measuring up to that is an impossibility even if you were to one day be able to shit rolls of hundred dollar bills while singing yankee doodle dandy; juggling a chainsaw, a whistle, and an open bottle of scotch that you drank along the way while riding a unicycle downhill into a flaming 1978 Pontiac Firebird while remaining on balance and in complete control. People expect far too much from one another. Have a glass of wine, put a chill song on, grab your favorite woman, and play it out just like you thought it. The expectations come, no need to think about them. They do mean well. LLc 98.2

character contents

The contents of the characters we create clash from time to time on various levels, sub-levels, and particle levels that can have no measure. Sure we want the simple things in life. The general things we feel we need in order to function at the social level we desire; if we so choose that route, are essential to a point and only for particular groups of individuals who believe the sales pitch of what success should look and feel like. A Great job that pays lots of money; multiple rides of various kinds and colors; A kicking spread fully loaded, etc. This is social order and it is led by what we are used to and feel we need to see more of. Well, if all we see is crap, then the only thing new we can look forward too is different versions of that same crap. These forces live outside us and are not responsible for our character clashes. These things happen as a result of something beyond our control. Our contents, our different sides of ourselves, well, they just stumble from time to time as they hit head on on occasion. LLc 98.2

shower

Oh God I know this is going to hurt. It's cold as hell in this bed and all I have is my underwear on. I knew my mother was right years ago when she told me I was a moron. I must be a moron because man it's cold all over the world as far as i'm concerned and i'm sleeping not with a minimum of three layers. Damn, ok, one step at a time dude. Suck it up. You've tackled trucks before. This cold thing is a piece of cake. You stink anyway so the whole thing, the entire process, is worth it. Just get up and run the water. Ohh yes, yes indeedy this is cold. I will let the water run on bath at full force hotness to speed up the steam. Ohh it's cold man. shit! shit! shit! Ohhh, I hate it when I first get in. No matter how warm it feels to my hand it freezes me from head to toe when I get in. Of course there is no water pressure, so with my frame a shower takes a bit longer to well, shower. Cold man, this sucks!
Now that I am halfway through, I need to now consider my exit strategy. That part truely sucks. Hmm, ok, all the vital parts done, hair done, ok, I am ready. Damn it, I usually hang a towel on the thing, but not today. I have to go out into the deep freeze to retrieve a towel now as opposed to having one there at the ready within arms length; then jump back in and absorb as much left over steam as I can while I quickly dry. Ok, do it! Ah, this is easy. Plenty of steam. I got this one down. No problems here. Now, what the Hell am I going to do next? LLc 98.2