Sometimes you are in a grocery store just pushing your cart down the aisle, surprised by the price of good vanilla and then you exit the aisle when a guy is walking by and you almost hit him with your cart on accident and he says, “Excuse you!” and you reply instantly, “Fuck you!” and the guy just keeps walking and a black lady next to you says, “Good one honkey!”
Sometimes someone will rip you off on eBay for $10 over a Steve Largent shirt and there’s really nothing you can do about it.
Sometimes you’re driving down to New Braunfels to study with a Master Knifesmith and you get a blow out and show up filthy with a spare on your truck.
Sometimes you get in a fork lift wreck and hurt your neck so bad you never drive a fork lift again.
Sometimes you think that you’re not giving enough back to the world and then you realize you just filled up the bird feeder and go about your business.
Sometimes your business takes you to New York way too godamn much and you feel like a dick for feeling like you have to go to New York too much.
Sometimes you’re out chopping down dead bushes at the rent house and your old neighbor comes out and tries to sell you pills. When you refuse he says he’ll finish the job of cutting down bushes and hauling them off for $20 and you accept. You might call him later that night to see if the job was completed and he’ll say, “Hell yeah, now I’m drunk as shit on that $20 you gave me!” The next day you don’t have to fill the bird feeder. As much.
Sometimes you feel like you put it all out there just a bit too much and you wonder how being a sales person has affected your personal relationships. But then you remind yourself that, “Hey, buddy… that’s who you are. Deal with it.”
Sometimes you wake up at up 6am and water the gardens, fix the screen door, mulch the trees, plant two new trees, create some content for a friend’s website, work a full day, pick up the Henry Golden Boy .22 you won at the auction, weed, go to the P.O. Box, the cleaners, clean the pool, run a mile with the dog, install a new ceiling fan, write and record a quick song, work on a knife, file the important mail, ready 10 poems for H&H, half-glimpse the olmpics and then sit up late, past 2am, at night trying to remember what you actually accomplished.
Sometimes you see someone in a grocery store and you don’t want them to notice you at all so they won’t try to talk to you and you make a game of it. A spy type game, but you aren’t doing good because she keeps popping up on every aisle and you stop shopping early leaving many things on your list uncrossed just to get out of the store and avoid the person. Someone you used to know ruins your entire grocery store trip.
Sometimes you have dreams about your unborn son.
Sometimes you think it’s a good idea to teach yourself how to play the mrdanga, but then your wife reminds you your hobby is “hobbies”.
Sometimes… just sometimes.