Friday, August 7, 2015

No Glory

My friend, Sylvie, reminded me yesterday that no one had ever heard of me. She needn't have. She's the same dear friend who has suggested death as a real career move. More than once.

Of course I continue to insist that I'm happy right where I am. Nowhere. I have nothing to live up to, nowhere to fall. I've never had a hit to follow up, no glory days to re-live.

Do you suppose that it's all sour grapes, just refusing to admit defeat, failure? Well, sir, it may be. It seems to feel good, though. Who cares?

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