- Someone once thought they had to tell me about seeing an ex with somebody new. They said, He looks just like you except a little chubbier and younger. I later saw the dude. Yeah he looked like me- in a way that he was a middle-aged bald white dude who wore glasses. Recently though, I saw a former interest with her new dude at the outdoor seating area of a restaurant. The similarity between he and I was so striking- I actually had to depart from the scene before I was forced to come face-to-face with him. It would have been too much- for both of us. Honestly, there was a chance I had accidentally crossed a line in the space-time continuim and intruded into one of my alternate parallel universes.
- It rained all night last night.
- Somebody recently tried to bait me into admitting weed use. I don't know if it was random or if they thought they were acting on a hunch.
- There is a man sitting across from me in my breakfast place in Weatherford who vaguely reminds me of Judge Holloway. He is talking about using a TV tray.
- My best friend and I could not be more different in the ways we differ or more alike in the ways we are similar.
- As a kid I never would have guessed that as an adult I would spend so much time being tired.
- If you are ridiculously rich- say you won a hundred million dollars in a lottery what is the most ridiculous thing you would own? For me without hesitation, I would say- A gold-plated helicopter.
- What's the dumbest thing you've done in a while? For me it was wearing well insulated waterproof boots on a hiking trip to Big Bend in June. I actually meant to pick up my other boots which were lying not too far away from the door before I left. Somehow I forgot them. I thought I would just stop and buy some more. I tried two different stores and couldn't find anything that fit or was right. Sometimes when we would be on the trail it felt like my feet were on fire.
Monday, July 20, 2020
Monday's Missives
Thursday, July 9, 2020
Thursday, July 2, 2020
The Warrior Spirit
Of every one hundred men in battle, ten should not even be there. Eighty, are nothing but targets. Nine are the real fighters, we are lucky to have them since they make the battle. Ah, but the one—one is the Warrior—and he brings the others home.
—Heracletus, 500 BC (likely apocryphal)
—Heracletus, 500 BC (likely apocryphal)
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