From the outside
looking in, I’d say he was a mooch.
Horses wonder who you are.
—Dana Ward
Opening night was a tremendous success! And so was
the weekend. We
worked out together twice. If you ask
me how we did it, I’ll probably be less than forthright.
While inside I’ll only wish I was a deviant. Does it seem
like living to be still up at five in the morning to hear
the
marathon bullhorn and the crowd of how-many-ever
thousand going wild?
Surely the only audience were
the marathon runners themselves. Why expend that
much energy right at the get-go? This is a pretty
warped thought at five in the morning. I do digress.
Portentously.
Ominously. Maybe even hilariously
(I have somehow maintained a very active fantasy
life. At least when
I’m running on a treadmill.)
I guess I am the last to learn that computer stuff
is now code for watching
porn. Sometimes I’m
so ahead of the game, so cognizant, so aware of
my surroundings, day or night. Other times I’m
totally drunk in tiny white shorts at a 70s theme
party. Or I’m at
Darren’s going-away party
thinking about a nearby Starbucks. Or I’m
waking up at the wrong address with some
guy from Chicago who turns out to be
cognizant mafia (some dreams are okay).
So far I’m not dead. Just at the gymnasium.
