A few weeks ago I started working. Last week I began taking the bus to save money, the environment and my sanity. The following are brief writings in which I sketched on those journeys. Enjoy.
Beaten.
Murdered.
Loved.
Excited.
Relieved.
Worried.
Hated.
Embraced.
Exhausted.
Each day we dream of a different life then the one we lead. Always trying. Never trying. Every decision begins with hope. Hope to survive or hope for suicide.
The bus. Live in the moment, then live again when you write about it. Creation of new reality in which we control. Do what we are good at; gives us confidence. Confidence is key to happiness. Sadness is the key to survival.
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The hatred of sports teams is racist. Hating all of Boston for a baseball team beating another baseball team is like hating a neighbor for shopping at a different grocery store across the street from the one you support. When did we get so competitive?
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These insignificant, valuable distractions we contain in order to keep our personal pressure release valve in a healthy enough state to allow us to spew illogical, poorly researched opinionated facts about the state of political stability in Chile that further our minds to stay focused on the task at hand moreso than dissect why exactly he cannot have sex with his wife without her ass in his face, why he likes to still pick his nose and thinks when he is in his Dodge Villager that no one can see him do it, why he stalks the love of his life that broke his heart every Thirsday but made him touch the ether of enlightenment on the wings of Dogfish Head, some low quality schwagg from Roberto on the corner that intersected across from the Bell Tower on the campus of higher education in which donations were made in order obtain a pat on the back from a business man in the market for profit margins over book dissertations, and a sunrise over pale, brown ancient mountains carved by a river that will be dried by the time the offspring inside of her is old enough to study Geology in a Community College if she were not to exercise her right of aborting the greatest mistake that would challenge the plan that she set in stone with the chisel of Feminists to never settle down and have children before attaining the distinction of Doctor as that is not what the frontline sexists that fought in the streets allowing for her generation to balance the sexual power within the Academic world for if she were to mother and foster this cluster of cells it would be a complete violation of every single letter within the Manifesto’s of a wave of openmindedness preaching independence and transcendantilism through finding peace without a soul as then it cannot be tainted and challenged by the ego of the mind as it struggles to keep the dream section from taking over persuading the balance of the oppressed individual passion fighters of the educated from winning the battle from underground to Facebook. And so it begins …
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Times up.
Garage opens.
Internet off.
Pants on.
Garage closed.
Outside achieved.
Cigerette lit.
Shoes off.
Mail checked.
Pool skimmed.
TV on.
Blouse unbuttoned.
Bra loosened.
Wine opened.
Glass poured.
Backdoor opened.
Volume higher.
Fridge ajar.
Beer opened.
Dinner unpackaged.
Microwave on.
“Hi”
“Hi”
“Work?”
“Good”
“Work?”
“Good”
“Dinner?”
“Thanks”
“Sex?”
“Kids?”
“Mom’s”
“Oh”
“Nevermind”
“No”
“Okay”
“Maybe?”
“Later”
“Later”
“Now?”
“T.V.”
“T.V.”
“Sure”
They sit.
They watch.
It flashes.
They forget.
It goes.
And goes.
American Dream.
They win?
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Baseball is the old reliable friend that stays with you. It never judges or preaches. It never tries to be more then it is but provides a mirror.
The sun is out, the work life stumbles on, the brain hums about the worries in which constantly refit
themselves; but baseball is there. It does not provide instant results or action. It cannot be sped up and the beginning is just as important as the end.
It is life.
Every pitch has the ability to shift the entire game. Each player has to understand their role without analyzing it every moment.
Baseball is the game of the intellectual. It requires everything that is essential to a successful life. It is not a search for absolute truth as each game is a small detail to construct an overall general picture of what it is to survive the peaks and valleys that contribute to the human condition that is alive in all built with the unfortunate mentality of compassion and depth.
He who thinks; has already lost.
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