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