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Right, so this would be soundcheck. You’re not missing anything, I promise.
Threading through the insanity: ruminations and contemplations from an attorney who navigates the other side of the stage.
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Friday, September 17, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Delicious Recklessness
“You just want someone to talk to,
they just want to get their hands on you.”
● Eagles
Meandered outside for a walk at 1:47 this morning because, as previously discussed, freedom has infused me of late with a delicious sense of recklessness.
I spied with my little eye…
… two stray black cats who roam the apartment lot, tucked beneath the left rear tire of a large SUV.
… one skittering shadow accompanied by a series of tiny nails, presumably the silhouette of a squirrel concerned about the state of his nuts. You and me both, buddy.
… four silently observant security cameras.
… one University of Illinois College of Law license plate on the back of a particularly handsome Jeep.
… one Kentucky license plate in the parking lot of an adjacent apartment complex.
… Deneb, Vega and Altair aligned in the Summer Triangle.
… two illuminated windows in a condo revealing a dark-haired fellow crouched over a keyboard, tapping furiously and occasionally pausing to gulp unknown contents from a Styrofoam cup (methinks Neil Young would not approve).
… one proud figure in blue/orange flannel pants and an orange fleece jacket, smiling for no particular reason at her reflection.
they just want to get their hands on you.”
● Eagles
Meandered outside for a walk at 1:47 this morning because, as previously discussed, freedom has infused me of late with a delicious sense of recklessness.
I spied with my little eye…
… two stray black cats who roam the apartment lot, tucked beneath the left rear tire of a large SUV.
… one skittering shadow accompanied by a series of tiny nails, presumably the silhouette of a squirrel concerned about the state of his nuts. You and me both, buddy.
… four silently observant security cameras.
… one University of Illinois College of Law license plate on the back of a particularly handsome Jeep.
… one Kentucky license plate in the parking lot of an adjacent apartment complex.
… Deneb, Vega and Altair aligned in the Summer Triangle.
… two illuminated windows in a condo revealing a dark-haired fellow crouched over a keyboard, tapping furiously and occasionally pausing to gulp unknown contents from a Styrofoam cup (methinks Neil Young would not approve).
… one proud figure in blue/orange flannel pants and an orange fleece jacket, smiling for no particular reason at her reflection.
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Saturday, August 28, 2010
Stopping by Walgreens on a Saturday Evening
Clerk: [after eyeing me with a motive I was unable to deduce and scanning my Chapstick] I had a duck come in and try to buy some of these the other day.
Me: A duck?
Clerk: Yes. I asked if he wanted to pay by cash or credit and he said just to put them on his bill.
Whatever they pay him, it’s not enough.
Me: A duck?
Clerk: Yes. I asked if he wanted to pay by cash or credit and he said just to put them on his bill.
Whatever they pay him, it’s not enough.
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Friday, August 20, 2010
Hmm, Continued.
Why do people drive in circles to find a close parking spot at the gym? You're going inside to sweat. Defeat the point, party of one?
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Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Liars!
“That’s the real trouble with the world:
too many people grow up.
They forget.”
● Walt Disney
People need to stop trying to convince me that popsicles aren’t one of the primary food groups.
too many people grow up.
They forget.”
● Walt Disney
People need to stop trying to convince me that popsicles aren’t one of the primary food groups.
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