Weeping Whale Tales

I'm at the stop light and a shiny black Hummer pulls up in the lane to my right. We are both at the crosswalk line. Across the intersection the lane to my right merges into mine. I know this. The driver of the Hummer knows this. The sun burning unusually bright today knows this. I'm too caught up in my talk radio show to care about a race car star when the light goes green. As the Hummer jets forward, I notice that it has a California vanity plate. It's the one with the whale tail...for the environment. Whale Tail. Hummer. Environment. Perhaps this is when the seed for my headache began.

Now back at the office. 1:44pm.

This Random Memory

There was that guy in San Clemente who made me a Bjork CD. I'm not sure if I have it anymore. It was a cool CD considering I didn't like her at the time and was getting acquainted with her music. We were in his parent's house. He was older or my age or right around there. His room was goth/punk/I'm just a guy with creative energy going nowhere. Hmm.....what was his name? It was only the one time, I'm sure. I was in my green Integra at the time. We met in a public parking lot outside of a Starbucks. (hahahaha... you know... that ONE Starbucks) Anyway, from the whole experience, I really wish I knew where that CD was. Oh, and I think he did some coke after we were done and I was laying in bed and he was burning the CD. Major turn off at the time and probably why there was no seconds.

The Y of Age

I was reading bulletins on MySpace and came across one of those long surveys that people answer about themselves. This one caught my eye from my Las Vegas friend, Eddie:

=====================================
15. When did you first start feeling old?

Okay, it was Thursday. SO, this kid at the bar is hitting on me.. he's obviously BARELY 21 if not younger. So, I try ignoring him, and he's just not going away. So, Finally, I'm like. "I've not done anything that would make you think I'm even remotely interested in you, What do you see with me that you just can't get a clue?" his reply "I think older guys are sexy"

This ZYGOTE at a bar thinks I'm the older guy. *cries*
=====================================

Sling Shot Shocks

When the axis of the world tilts ever so slightly, changes take place that some scientists theorized about and other changes are as surprising as a flower growing up out of the oil and dirt of a junkyard pile. Just as the colorful petals contrast a rusty and ragged surrounding, some changes are beautiful, eye-catching events that could go swiftly by without ever being seen. The axis of my world has shifted....

I travelled out to Redlands on Saturday because I had some instinct to do so. Yes, there was the thought that Charles always drives out to The OC and into WeHo, but something more told me I should go to visit. It was movie and food and some exchange of verbal mumbling that was neither deathly important but could not be lived without either. A few days after the visit an offer for employment in NYC that was not given to him was reversed. He waits now for the final answer to see if he will have a new home watching the sun rise in the East.

As I walked out of the office front door into the hallway yesterday, I stared up at the ceiling as I was walking and saw the florescent light bulbs streaming past me. I wobbled side to side a bit not being used to walking like that. I wobbled. It was an uneasy feeling. I was not sure of my footing. But I continued to walk down a hallway that I had walked down many times because I knew that I knew how to walk. I got this tingling sensation all over me that made me think of Charles and I smiled and started to look forward again. It will all be well. Even if I miss Taupe, it will all be well.

To be Continued.....