Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Lines I Wrote - or - As Yet Unpublished... Wait... Fuck... Now I Need A New Second Title

"You don't know what you are missing."

"I don't know what I got."

"I believe you. Are you ever coming back?"

"We shall see." Just as the words left her lips she did the unforgivable. She smiled. Maybe it wasn't a full smile, maybe it was a shrug and a smile simultaneously, but to me it couldn't have hurt more if she used a sledge hammer. How dare she smile now. At me. Like this? I didn't have a choice, my mind had already blurted out the words, my mouth just followed suit.

"No. No we won't. You might see it, and I might see it, but I think that this, this right here, you and me, this creek and this moon, that half dead tree and this big rock with it's obvious examples of bad penmanship, this is the last thing that we will ever see. You are right, you don't know what you got. And I can promise you that you don't know what you are missing."

That was when I turned my back and walked off. It suddenly occurred to me that I might be color blind. Tomorrow I'll know for sure. Tomorrow I'll look at that mess of dots again and guess what number is hiding behind them. No matter what I see on that test card, I don't know if I'll ever see her again. I'm not sure what kind of blindness they call that, but it stings a lot more than not being able to tell the difference between green and red.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Lil Guy - or - Back Against The Wrecking Machine

Yesterday, I saved a baby Robin. Birds don't trust people. But babies just don't know better.

I think it was a he because he jumped. Jumped and fell from about fifteen feet.

I saw a fully grown red bellied Robin only minutes earlier. He has a worm in his beak. I helped the lil guy get back up to the area from which he jumped and seconds later he was fed a worm, ruffled his not quite flight ready feathers and looked out on the world from his 15 foot high perch, rebuilding his pride and preparing for his next jump.

I silently went back to work with a smile on my face.

Thursday, June 03, 2010

Three Quotes Oe Equal Or Lesser Value - or - A Psychologist, A Screen Writer, And A Band Walk Into A Bar

"A certain degree of neurosis is of inestimable value as a drive..."
-Sigmund Freud

"There's someone here. He stole your underwear."
-Charlie Kaufman - Eternal Sunshine

"I tried to do my own thing, but the trouble with your own thing is you end up on your own."
-Beta Band - Simple