This planet is spinning way too fast.
People seem to always be in a hurry amidst this pandemic with no one working in an office building. So where are they going and why aren’t they at their home offices working?
Not wanting to work is something I totally understand; and I also have a lazy gene that I can turn on and off.
See ya later Mr. Djokovic.
Maybe next year.
I just got a check for fifteen thousand for an insurance policy I never even knew I was smart enough to get in the first place, and my very first instinct was to hide it from my partner, but no.
I told her.
I’ve lost all my old killer instinct it seems like.
When I was betting and drinking I paid the price because she would find all my secret stashes which I used when I was “under the weather” in an alcohol-related way. She never told me she found my cash and of course, I never asked.
Remember this: In marriage, the truth can sometimes get you in trouble so you have to be careful how you use it. I mean approximations to the truth can sometimes suffice, just don’t leave a clear shot to you.
Like in Deer Hunter.
What I wouldn’t give for a bowl of my big brother Ed’s Lafayette Seafood Gumbo.
Think of what your last meal (Death Row stuff here) would look like.
Pour moi, je veux:
Chilled Iranian Golden Caviar. All the accoutrements.
Kobe Beef Carpaccio. Capers, onions, sun-dried Heirloom Tomatoes
Maryland Crab Cakes w/ lemon beurre blanc and a Wild Mushroom Melangee
Sauteed Veal Sweetbreads in Pino Noir Butter
French Cauliflower Crème with crumbled Roquefort and crispy Pancetta garnish
Fresh Tropical Fruit Salad w/ Tart Raspberry Vinaigrette and Sabayon
Aged Filet Mignon Catalina (a 10-oz center-cut filet butterflied and stuffed with Maine Lobster and Santa Barbara Jumbo Prawns w/Sauce Bearnaise
Caramelized Pastry Tart with Banana Cream, and fresh Berry Compote on Creme Anglaise Now, of course, I require the appropriate aperitif, wines, and post-meal libations. Since we aren’t heathens after all, I will have sorbets between courses and I won’t want to be rushed either.
Since we are on the subject of slowing down, try slowing down the speed of this rock hurtling through space, on which we inhabit.
Make your days longer by doing things.
Get off your ass and explore the world around you. It’s pretty cool with or without a joint, but I prefer the latter.
Don’t sleep away your days.
When I was working, I had days off work where I would sleep fifteen-to-twenty hours. I know, huh?
I wrote this song in 1989: