I’m chatting with a friend of mine. And he’s talking about someone he’s less than happy with, and how he would like to someday beat him into the pavement. Goes a little something like this:
Jan
01
Jan
01
New year, everyone.
Yep. It’s 2006.
Dec
05
So much for that.
Well, the detailed recount I promised is going to be delayed.
I went back to the ER again today because I couldn’t walk straight, equilibrium was all screwed up. Evidently I have vertigo as a delayed reaction to a concussion. It’ll be as bad as it was today for another 2-3 days. And I’ll have it in some form for 4-5 months.
Dec
04
No joke.
I spent Saturday in the emergency room.
My mom’s horse stood up on her hind legs and flipped right over while I was riding her.
Nothing is broke, but damn, I’m pretty badly hurt.
Jul
25
How the Hell
trying to do the right thing
i go into it doing the right thing
being good
being rational and reasonable
and it explodes into insanity
trying to do the right thing
i come out of it doing the right thing
explain myself
get off the high horse
i didn’t even know i was on
make it all better
what the fuck
not my fucking nature
not my fucking concept
not fucking me
but i did it
Jul
25
Momentary Chapter
when looking at the big picture
every moment is the last of its kind
the last 2:33 and 14 seconds
on the morning of May 22, 2002
but who sees it that way
each moment is a moment
many moments is a chapter
each chapter is a story
every story has an end
we live not moment to moment
not chapter to chapter
or story to story
miss so much
never realising
there’s one big story
where we are little more than
a momentary chapter.