Today when I was getting on the interstate a truck behind me and to the left came zooming up and honking his horn like crazy. He actually pulled off to the side and drove up the entrance ramp on the edge of the road, cutting in front of many other cars. As he went speeding away, I noticed the truckbed was filled with sod.
Why did this sod-laden truck need to be somewhere so FAST? Was it a sod emergency?
I started thinking outloud about the conversation leading up to the driver's desperate flight. Things like:
"Damn it Jackson, I want that sod and I want it NOW!"
and
"We have a situation, sir: level 4 muddy field in South Shreveport."
" MOVE OUT!"
and
"If you don't deliver the goods by sundown, you'll never see your wife and kids again."
I dunno what that guy's deal was. I don't know what the deal with most drivers is. Playing to much Grand Theft Auto?
I have an idea for patenting a small set of "car signs" that you could hold up to communicate to other motorists. Some would say useful things like "Your tire is flat" or "Your tail light is out" Others would say "Back off" or "You drive like a tard." The last one being very appropriate for the sod guy.
The idea for this struck me years ago when a teenage punk pulled up close to my vehicle and started making "kissy faces" at me. I imagined my reaching down and holding up a sign saying "You have a tiny penis". Just, you know, having it on hand. Ready.
And what a wonderful multipurpose phrase it is. I don't care who you hold it up to... man, woman, or child... you're going to offend them. You will make your displeasure known in a very humorous manner. They'd tell their friends about it. Then the punk friends would buy a set of signs. Before you know it, I'd be a millionaire.
Yeah, I should definitely start selling them.
I have a set of beads I keep in my pocket. It isn't a rosary, exactly, since there are no prescribed prayers. But having them there keeps me in touch with something I feel is Important. I only have to put my hands into my coat and feel them there to remind me of that Important thing. Sometimes just thinking about them I am brought back to myself. I can breathe deeply in the midst of my racing world.
It's almost as if their very existence was a kind of prayer. Like the flags that hang on long strings in Tibet. The wind blows through them, carrying the words written upon them to heaven. I've always liked them.
I am writing about beads because there is nothing else on my mind. I am going to school, I am absorbing art, and I am creating art to a very small extent. (I tried screenprinting my own shirts, though that didn't go as well as I'd hoped.) Everything is always swirling and blending together. I started my first IV today, read the V for Vendetta graphic novel, sewed patches on my uniforms, and talked with my classmates. I called my sweetheart on the phone, which always lightens my day immensely. But am I doing anything important lately? Am I having any cool ideas? I couldn't really tell you. I don't know.
Are you ever overwhelmed by your own mortality? I'm talking about opening your eyes and really seeing yourself. I feel that way a lot. It's devastating, but also liberating.
It has been too long. The space needed filling. Here, I have filled it.
I added an atom feed on the right over there. Learn to use a feed aggregator, people. Everyone will have to eventually.
