Today, I feel like I am about to walk across an endless desert.
I have a map with only a destination surrounded by blank space. It sits like a dot at the right hand of the page.
I grab my bag, my rations and my supply of water. I look back and see all of you behind me, wishing me well, and that you’ll see me on the other side (which doesn’t seem wholly fair, now that I think about it).
I don’t know how else to explain the sort of nervous, excited energy that is ruminating inside me.
This feeling is in starked contrast to being awoken earlier this morning at 4:50 AM by (I assume) a bum walking below our apartment threatening to kill everyone he sees.
“ALL OF THEM!” He screams, snorts and stammers. “I’m going to Kill every F*CK*NG ONE OF THEM!” He continues in repeated cadence, as he walks away, his voice passing through the night like so much smog.
I got up with eyes still closed, went to the bathrooom, laid back down (not before telling my dog to stop snoring) and fell back asleep to cherish the remaining —oh, I don’t know— 49 minutes(??) I had before my alarm made it’s little laughing sound at me. HA – HA – HA – HA. Well, at least, I think it’s laughing.
In that 49 minutes, I dreamt I had an argument with George W. Bush. Don’t remember what about (or why for that matter other than perhaps the obvious) but I can at least assume it wasn’t reconciled in the little time that we had chatting. He wasn’t purposefully rude, I remember that much.
Got up, drove to work. Checked my site for the last time.
Hi everyone, my name is Chance.
