Friday, November 01, 2013


I Broke Even in Barcelona

     See Wife Casually Hire Hit-Man

I’m not sure where I’m going with this.  I am such a
shambles.  Which is the opposite of phenom.  Even

Squiddly Diddly thinks so.
This week I was able to bob for apples without

drowning.  It used to be so easy to discover new things
to celebrate.  From this perspective antiquity doesn’t

look so hot.  Now I think I’m happiest when looking
around for something that’s just a little bit uncomfortable.

Like grapefruit juice for lunch in a glass that I’m not
quite sure has been washed since its last use.  But

does this make me a happy person?  The opposite
could also be true.  As I lie sleeping each night I

can’t get the lyrics of “Dirty Laundry” out of my
head; of Don Henley’s tragicomic/nostalgic/not-

yet-dead voice echoing and re-echoing: Kick ’em
when they’re up!  Kick ’em when they’re down!

Kick ’em when they’re up! 
Kick ’em all around!