Quote of the day,
Most folks live and die without moving anything more than the dirt that it takes to bury them.
A well endowed lady just passed by. But my eyes are focused on keeping it a mental struggle.
Earlier today, I met an old man, a fellow connoisseur of a long life well-lived. That was until he started talking the way old men just prattle on like they don't see I have places to be, people to save. Life is hard for a dreamer.
He looked sad, like an old dog pouting while plagued by its owner's absence. He had an old notebook with him and he held on to it like he was clutching a detached part of himself.
This was of course, speculation on my part but I do have a nose for these things, an ear, an eye, I'm practically an esper.
I was curious but I had no intention of sitting through an old man lecture at this point in my day. But I did stare, long enough for him to cease rocking to and fro restlessly. For a while, I forgot I was staring.
Turning gently, his voice cracked with a depth that could echo under water,
Do you know me?
Of course I don't know you guy. But I didn't say that. I reflected on all those seminars I painstakingly endured. For the sake of my future self, I decided to do the sensible thing. The only thing one can do when faced with a mysterious adult trying to recognize you. Lie.
The well endowed lady has passed by again. But I'm still committed.
Respectfully yours,
The cable guy.
