October 7, 2005
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The Daily News
1 So...Nipsey Russell walks into a bar...
2 It's early October and I'm about ready for the loony bin.
3 Ever just stop for a second, look around, and ask yourself, "HOW and WHEN did I ever get HERE?"
4 You just have those days where you look at your life, and wonder what the heck happened. It's like one day you were at some grammar school or other, playing four-square with a bunch of little people with Hello Kitty heads, and the next thing you know, you're in some goofy place you don't know HOW you got there.
5 Sometimes you just wonder how you suddenly have utterly no time left to do anything. You've said "yes" once too often, and suddenly you have things coming, going, forwards, backwards, up, down, sideways.
6 Last night I again visited the immortal Original Joe's, having parked in the 2nd St. garage, up there on the very top. As I got on the elevator to go down, I just thought about destiny and all, you know how you do. I wasn't sure at the time where my destiny was headed, but the situation dictated that it would take place in one of two places: up or down.
7 I just now closed my eyes and laid my head backwards, thinking about the end of this long day, when a song came on the TV.
8 The song was called The End, by the Doors.
9 It starts slowly, and hauntingly moves through your head.
10 I'm so exhausted with trying to deal with so much stuff this year that somewhere along the line one could quite easily get lost in all the folderol.
11 The sound on the television switched to the more comfortable sounds of sirens and piano music, the usual end to some cop show or other.. Normalcy started to settle itself back in. The swirling stopped, and the computer came back into focus. I began to feel normal again.
12 What ever became of normal?
13 Days go by.
14 Maybe it's just Thursday. I'm pretty convinced that Thursday is the LEAST funny day of the week. You need funny, man. And for whatever reason, each Thursday around 2:30, everyone is walking around looking as though someone took the apple out of their lunch.
15 Personally, I'm just exhausted. I couldn't tell you HOW I get through this place on a daily basis. Some days are just like that. Thank goodness being in a funk doesn't last too long with me. There's WAY too much fun to be had out there.
16 Yesterday, for example, after I pulled lightning bolts out of dark thunderclouds in the sky and hurled them through my sixth period class, a girl asked, "Mr. H, is Paris a city?"
17 I answered, "Is a bear Catholic?"
18 The girl looked at me like I had ten heads. So I answered with a less vicious, but sterling, "Nope. She's a dimbulb."
19 No reply.
20 Is Paris a city. And the thing about it is, she asked probably not knowing that she might as well have asked me if a frog's ass was water tight.
21 There's a REASON I have a job.
17 Enough of this folderol. It's time to get back to the business of being me.
18 I again stand tall. Anyone out there needs to know, I again stand tall. With tongue planted firmly in cheek. Life is a comedy to those who think.
19 You stand tall too. It's always a grand victory. Always.
20 Peace.
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