A Post Just Like Any Other

What say we step back a second and hit the rewind?

Get up and march backwards out of the cube, unclock in so the numbers on the timecard disappear and then out of the office, sleepwalking back forward out of the yawning elevator, past the security guard who never looks up from the paper, flowing up the road to the Med Center Station. Leap back into the train and rocket reverse to the North Avenue Station where I run and dive back into an overpriced cab ride, oscilliate between zip and crawl to the corner of Briarcliff and Ponce, pace back and forth at a bus that never shows up either way you look at it. Finally take a brisk walk back to the apartment, unlock the door, unbrush my teeth, peel off my clothes and hop back into bed where i'll pound the snooze bar as the numbers flicker down in nine minute intervals until I reach 7:15 and then it's a long flash of fuzzy dreams.


Speed it up a bit...a blur of lights and people and places...

and stop there!

Looking up at one of those gorgeous July sky sunsets, all muted purples and subtle oranges. Candle lights, relaxed laughter floats like music in the air. Succulent lamb cooked with apricots and topped with roasted almonds. Flat bread dipped in yogurt and hummus sauces. Lick the Pinot Noir off the lips and let the shadows sink into the corners and boards of the house. This, this is what I imagined Southern living would be like.

A wonderful dinner over at girlsonfilm & vomikronnoxis with rotzo_the_clown over. After dinner and a quick smoke we retired into the house. There I was initiated into the mysteries of The Mighty Boosh! What can I say except that this has to be the funniest show i've seen since Spaced.

A little bubble of mind numbing bliss before I go back to the commute, the job, the apartment hunt and the show Saturday.

Right, that's all you lot get...

Fast Forward back to reality!

Terminus: Krog St & Dekalb Ave

ADM: Tunnel Ghost
~Rob M

I don't know why exactly but this one is a personal favorite.

"If the truth is dreamed of toward the morning..."

I don't know whether I should be pissed off or scared shitless. I settle for a cautious curiosity instead.

Story of my life come to think of it.

So i'm standing there. In front of what used to be the front door to my apartment. It's dangling off a single hinge now, adorned by a black boot print that floats in the center of a ripple of cracked paint and haloed by a series of spokes of splintered wood. From inside I can hear music playing... 'Darn that dream' by Miles to be exact.

I think of calling 5-0. Then I remember what part of town I live in. Be quicker to call a funeral home and have them send around a hearse for all the good it'll do me. Then I think about calling one of my friends: The kind that collects guns, bench warrants and all the bad habits that make the first two a necessity. Of course the last time I did that said friend showed up on enough blow to hold a snow ball fight with and ended up hospitalizing three people... none of whom had anything to do with the guy who was looking to kick my ass and all of whom were in fact my neighbors!

Okay then, option three it is...( Read more... )

Oh and one other thing...

Thank the Demon Gods of the Boob-Tube that I have friends with OnDemand... otherwise I would be forced to stand outside your window in order to satisfy my weekly HBO fix.

Of course I still stand outside your window... but not for anything on tv!