Friday, September 23, 2005
I'll take you for a walk to the other side, and we can get high and enjoy the ride
I can bounce things off you, right? Even if I'mma broken record, you'll bear with me a little, won't you? It's probably because my work was insanely busy this week, and with minimal satisfaction, that I am once again feeling like I have to make a break. ALL WEEK I've been fantasizing about selling my house, selling my car, quitting my job and just taking off. Liquidate muthafucka. Then I'd spin the big globe I have here in my den (one of those on a stand like you had in grade school with the compass on it and the mountain ranges are raised up...love!) and stab it. See where I land. I'd give myself a mulligan if that spot was unappealing, of course. Just kick around Europe and Asia (or maybe Utah...) until the cash runs out. As long as I'm dreaming, I'm also thinking I should do this with an intelligent guy. He's witty, too. Oh, and he has a hot mouth. Like Dane says, "Dream, you fucking dreamers". I'm getting old. It's not practical to do this. It's unwise. It's unsafe. It's ill-advised. It's my only hope? Thanks for listening.