I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas. My fingers are Santa's little helpers. My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments. I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn. Sisyphus, sweating uphill. Bukowski, scribbling away in rooming houses. A river always flowing. I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
From Far Away, They Sound Like Angels. But, The Closer I Get, The More They Sound Like Braking Trains...
tonight
I got hit
by another driver
when I was driving to the gas station
I hit my head against my window frame
but I've been hit harder than that
so it wasn't that big of a deal
after getting his info
I put all of the paperwork crap in my car
and then started to walk inside to buy beer
Gas for MY internal combustion engine
not for the Toyota
I heard a smack
the poor, stupid bastard
had backed up into a black SUV
a Japanese family spilled out of it
looking confused
I stood there
no way, I thought
no fucking way
this guy just hit another car?
I stood there
nobody paid attention to me
I went inside and got my beer
came back out
I stood there
asked if the family needed a witness to the accident
the wife nodded no slightly
I stood there
then shrugged my shoulders
and got back into my car
I drove away laughing
and could hear the guy
cursing into his cell phone as I left
I rubbed my head
put on my blinker
turned right
went straight
turned on my blinker
turned right
then parked in my driveway
I was smiling
as I searched for my housekeys
and started to giggle
as I got inside
I closed the door
still shaking my head
relieved
because
somewhere
no matter what
there is always
somebody
having
a worse day
than you
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