My ears are still plugged. Grr. Sore throat all week long. Rest and fluids weren't doing the trick so I ordered antibiotics from Mexico and they arrived yesterday. Bam! Sore throat is gone today. So is the fever. (I kept waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat) Maybe I'll get my ears back tomorrow.
Rey's birthday party tonight. 21. When all is said and done, 33 is really the completely legal age of the land perhaps. Only at this ripe age can one become president of the United States of America. Hah. Such a different life Rey has at 21 than I did. I'm in a nolstalgic mood. The icing is a salivating memory of a younger, less evolved self. With each crease and line we gain in wisdom, we seek to recapture the spirit of youth. Loose skin. Tighter morals? Broader understandings. Open mindedness with strict interpretations. I don't think Rey can appreciate this milestone like others because what will happen is another drunken party, the same as the last and the last. Soon, a life has become a string of drunken parties or dinner parties or church meetings. Not one more important than the next.
Then no more strings; tangled balls.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
