But you know what?
Shut the fuck up,, do you know what??
It’s cold outside.
Bitter.
Spend some time, traipsing around a concrete and steel building, feel how the moisture in the air condenses around those materials.
Wear your feet out.
Wreck your hands.
Drill holes into concrete, wreck your bones, feel the vibration of a hammer drill…
It’s drilling,,,and it’s hammering at the same time!!
And goes
“Bzzzz zzz be zbbz zbbz zb zbzbzbz”
Vibrates your teeth.
Go live out of hotels.
Drink every night.
Get on a first name basis with the townies you’re around, spend months in one town,,then head to another..
Road dawg.
Living to serve someone else’s dream..
Fuck .
That.
Shit.
(Gotta serve somebody..)
I’ve done my time.
I can serve form this desk while this Chinese machine rubs my toes, massages my little tootsies.
Hootu?
You too.
This fucker is heated.
Tell me how hard it is.
Nah son,
It’s cold outside.
Miserable.
And here I sit, here I be,,,thinking…
Just thinking.
Alex had a relationship fall apart, by someone else’s doing. I heard the scenario described as “icky”.
Enough said.
My brother.
You put too much in.
Perhaps you want too much.
I do too, don’t feel alone.
Least your girlfriend didn’t drink herself to death, least you’re not in situation like that….
Sigh…
Tough business.
Likable guy.
Likable doesn’t mean successful.
ANd thinking doesn’t make you stoic.
Being aware doesn’t grant you the flow.
Perhaps a dose of gratitude.
dawn 