So just being me with my goofy existence being what it is, it did occur to me when I was playing messenger yesterday that I totally forgot to include a piece of flair and a sarcastic one-liner to go with it in my lastest example of questionable literary genius.
Not that the thought didn't cross my mind, several time, just that I happen to be broke and didn't exactly bring much (any) flair to be distributed with my writings when I last left hangar/spaceport apartment-building-storage-complex in Downey. (Tetris win. w00t!)
The reason I mention this, is although I noticed the curiously parked RV at the end of whatever street I happened to choose as basecamp this morning (you can see the rear top of it just under stage 3 in this shot), I totally didn't notice it was a "Flair" model until just now.
In any non-my-life-and-hovering-spacescape-scenario that would be complete coincidence. It might even be pure, blind, unrelated coincidence now, but it's equally f7cking hilarious either way in my magical little mind.
I'm still running on PB&J and just shaking my head when looking at the physical toll these last 4 years have taken on my body and weight in the mirror at the gym that not even the hurricane prior to this could, but it's nice to know God has a sense of humor about my trials and tribulations.
I totally wasn't expecting the waiting crowd of neighbors, tourists, and friends when meandering up the hill to Oriole which totally made me feel that much more awkward considering the condition of Flash's brake rotors and my blind expectation it was going to be some Mr. Burns-type security setup and the threats from the BHPD I would be dodging, but that's why I just had the cameras rolling at all points, as well as a secondary envelope I never had to just, just in case I had to show and then leave my letter with the security guard at a gate to a gated community that didn't remotely exist in the first place.
Sigh. My life's story is one of making things too hard because they seem too easy and unchallenging or imvaluable otherwise, but at this point I feel I have done more than enough challenging and embattling of self to deserve a damn time machine hottub that just returns me to at least the least of where I should/would/could have been had I not remotely taken such experimental #SDB offroad paths to acquire the necessary case-study content to change the system.
But I did. I no idea why some of the system clowns have been digging so many holes since I rang the CIA's doorbell in far-more-interesting-than-Charlie-Sheen condition T-<5 years ago, but I digress, because apparently it's not like anyone else seems to remotely have my mind or vision or comprehensive design alternatives on things to begin with...and I guess the sheep as they exist are just OK with living in the world of absurd blindsides and rationalizations for other behaviors that seem like they could be dramatically improved with just a little hey-don't-invert-the-language-and-labels-completely common sense.
Flair? I do haz some gold stars hiding in a storage tub under my bed. Since someone already came by and bent-up/kicked a sign pole next to my truck leaving an inch-and-a-half long gash on my passenger's side door while I was PB&J shopping, and the X37 here is way more newer than that RV, I almost don't think they'd mind if I initialed a gold star and left it on the bumper Banksy-style...just for the pic of it.
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