Ever since I was a child, I wanted to be a fireman.
To give of myself something that most can't. To endure hardship and challenge for another person's protection.
But I am allergic to rubber and can't touch the hoses. Such is life.
So I did the next best thing I could do, related to helping those experiencing disaster.
I opened an insurance agency. And since we donate so much to the Hall, I now get to drive the truck.
A fair shake of life indeed.
The weather hates me...meteor shower? Cloudy evening. Eclipse of the moon? Cloud cover. Need rain? Clear skies. Close to the landing splashdown area for the returning Orion spaceship and have the ability to watch the fiery entrance into Earth's atmosphere? Rain and cloud cover.
Winter.
You fought the good fight. You bared your fangs. You scraped your claws all over this land.
You dominated, for many months.
But now, there is a stirring in the air. A freshness, a hint of change.
Your fangs have been filed, your claws clipped, and your dominance made irrelevant.
Spring, in all of its designed renewal, has now arrived.
All kinda physically beat down from my fake fucking job. Everything hurts. Booze helps but then makes it worse. Viscous fucking cycle right now and it is not even summer yet.
I've swallowed up to 50 people's bodily fluids, and seen all of them almost naked.
I've changed with dicks so close to me that I feel claustrophobic.
I've showered with them even closer, and with the steam, was afraid to reach around for the soap dispenser.
I was fascinated, as an elderly woman's breast fell out of her bathing suit, climbing out of the pool. And I may be mistaken, but I believe its bulk made a slapping sound as it struck water.
The simplistic joy of routine.
The turning of the week. Another Monday begins.
The alarm activates. Time to get up.
Stretches, shower, brush my teeth.
Kiss the wife, and rarely, maybe even dip a finger in her on the way out the door. The scent is a reminder of her for most of the day. I know that my secretary smells it.
Grab a bagel. Coffee, medium double double.
The sky is overcast now. But the promise of blue sky is seen in the thinness of the gray.
Tuesday, a day like any other? Or is it a new day that happens to use an old name? I’m going with “new”, anything could happen, or not… I try to keep moving forward and will focus my day on “Could”