As long as there are bad guys out there who will steal your lunch money I will believe in laws and religions. I overheard a lady in my water aerobics class announce with a shudder that the anarchists had decided to skip Tampa and the RNC because of bad weather.
Really? Bad weather?
Did she think that the anarchists got together at one of the member's house and voted to stay home?
Does she have a dictionary?
Life is swell, isn't it? Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
If it glitters I've owned it. She left that note on the windshield, "I guess you won." I never even recognized the romance. Cult artist? What does that mean? I never know if I'm being insulted, patronized or complimented. Well, I'm pretty sure it's not usually meant as a compliment. Be careful what you wish for, right?
Okay, then, here we go. World peace and a new hairdo, kinda' like that one that the guy in the movie with Robert DeNiro has.
The ringing of the phone woke me up. It was a phone solicitor from Men With Erections Lasting For More Than Four Hours or something. They're having a truck in my neighborhood next week and they want my old clothes. Well, in fact, they don't but they think they do. My girlfriend would be thrilled if they took them all away but I don't think any charity cases would wear them.
The mockingbirds were singing and I was having weird dreams. Jamaica wouldn't get up. She's too happy on her new bed. The beautiful weather puts me at risk for the blues but I'm feeling too good to let anything muck up my brain chemistry today. I seem to identify with the lizards trying to soak up the rays on the sidewalk.
Some days I worry that none of us make things any more. Today I'm just thankful that somebody ever came up with 4/4 time. Yeah, I know that it was around way before Earl Palmer ever took a breath but just listen to the opening of Keep A Knockin', will you? Great God!
Any small move toward enlightenment and self fulfillment have always come to me through other folks showing me the way. My stubborn nature has slowed the journey.
Rock'n'roll has taken a severe beating from me as I moan its demise and complain about the crooks in charge. Fact is, it has saved my life. More than once. It has been my life, for the most part.
Self actualization has finally arrived, though. Turns out everything has been in place all along. I needed a lot of help seeing it.
One of those days when the comic book light bulb goes on over your head. I had one yesterday. I've never had many. This one came with serious help. Love is all you need. Really.
All I know about love and life I learned at the movies and from television. I know what you're thinking. You're right. I don't know much.
Growing up down the street from the Palma Ceia Theater I sat through The Rose Tattoo at least six or seven times. I still have no idea what that picture is about. My idea of a married couple is still Ozzie and Harriet or Rock Hudson and Doris Day. My idea of lust is all formed around some version of Brigitte Bardot combined with the sweet innocence of Annette.
Spending time with someone who doesn't want to be with me is my idea of hell. I didn't learn that in Sunday school. That one I learned in life.
Always hated that song. Always made me cry. Still does.
The shrink on the radio yesterday warned me about shrinks. Now I've had some fine experiences with therapists and, crazy as I am, I feel like I am further down my own road because of the help that I have received. His point was that most psychiatrists today push prescription drugs for depression as their weapon of choice. Psychotherapy has fallen out of fashion. Again.
This guy's idea is that the love and support of family and friends is where we're likely to get our help these days. Well, I don't have much family left. Don't get me wrong. The aunt and uncle and assorted cousins scattered around the South are wonderful. I never get off of the phone with any of them without being reminded that they love me. I just don't get to be with any of them, to talk to them in person.
Now I have another family. I'm like a giddy thirteen year old on the internet and I'm not a bit ashamed of it. Saved me once.
Oh yeah. There's that, too. I have found someone who completes my life. Family. Someone who can use all of this love I have. Once again I am tempted to question my good fortune but I don't dare.
As long as there are bad guys out there who will steal your lunch money I will believe in laws and religions. I overheard a lady in my water aerobics class announce with a shudder that the anarchists had decided to skip Tampa and the RNC because of bad weather. 
