what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

it’s like the Cave Singers unmistakably coming through the sounds of 24 auto-flush urinals in the mens room at Sea-Tac airport

it’s the voice of reason speaking directly to me as I stared at a small turtle mowing on an overripe banana on a bed of lettuce in an aquarium in a pet store in the Sunset Square mall in Bellingham in 1993 that voice that voice that voice was telling me to live life now and not work at a job that sucks for 30 years with all eyes on retirement crossing off days on the calendar counting down the time to when I could really enjoy life

crossroads   not that mall in Bellevue  actual crossroads

real fucking forks in the road

clearly see now I can

retrospectively

life changing decisions

seemed like a good idea at the time

choices    choosy   choose me

goal disoriented 

the absence of a decision is a decision 

like the absence of hairstyle is a hairstyle

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That Face, That Feline, Big Red and a Baby Bird where are they now? I will choose a path that's clear. I will choose free will.

I found a really really old Pabst bottle opener today in the garage under a pile of dust. It would look really good with that hat and that big fucking red truck you used to wear around town.

If you're going to let your boy drink, at least put a damn dank coozie on it

he was letting me drink with one of the coozies he snagged at the Seattle rv/golf/bike show

That must be fun fun to share a beer

I think you can do that in Wisconsin

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