I was just playing my guitar, zoning out and all. I was thinking to myself, this is a nice groove, nice feel, great guitar tone. And the more I came out of my zone I started to listen to what I was playing I realized this sounds like a crunchy The Cramps jam band.
I am ready to go back to outer space. It’s my place, recognize the faces, the foreign shapes. I know the people of my race. And you are catching there at home plate and I’m clear off in left field. Not at the second stupid base waiting to make a double play. I’m out in orbit waving goodbye as I rocket far away.
Rain delay. Too much dumb, damn static in our game. Can’t hear the signals, too much atmosphere. Houston, we have a problem: I’m burning up here. Arm’s singed to rubber. Bottom of the ninth and I’m patrolling Pluto.
The only way to win…
Lover, you just never knew what it was like to kick around in my shoes, sleep with my childhood rules learned in Sun, Sunday school. And I won’t count the sleepless moons I tried to appeal them for you. The shoes are broken in, the fans have gone. The laces are long, the currents are strong and I could drown in my freezing swimming, swimming pool.
Behind in the count. Risky day for lift off, stars dealigned. Three balls and two strikes, zero gravity. Jammed comms, windshield cracked from your impact. Who’s that in the dugout? Guess I struck out. Broken hearts hemisphere.
I think I really just wanna be. Being 50 these days I think I have all the drama out of my system. I’m all done with all the lying and cheating and drinking and carrying on, and now I just wanna be. No more questions, no more waiting, no more wondering. Just make dinner, wash the dishes, and sit on the couch.
As Crash Davis said in Bull Durham, “I don’t want to think about quantum physics and I don’t wanna think about nothin’. I just want to be.”
I could easily shave 10-15 minutes off my dentist appointments if I stopped asking them questions, having friendly banner.
Example: have the police ever came into the office requesting x-rays to help solve a case?
Today’s answer was, “not since I’ve worked here but I hope they do.”
I also let the dentist and tech (Stephen and Bryn) know that going to the dentist was similar to going to the tattoo shop in that I’m sitting in a chair while someone leans over me with a sharp electric utensil.
And that led into a whole other conversation about how the tech’s brother got his girlfriend Erica’s name tattooed on his wrist. And then they broke up so Bryn suggested to him to get “Am” in front of “Erica”