gin, exercise ball

stretching on a bottle of segrams is intersting.

here's to the last of it. the last rob buck of the morning.

it's nice to drink on the lord's day, in the morning.

wonder...

still find it amazing, after all these years, the greek language grounded in action.

for instance, understand, episteme, epistemology.

what? understanding. standing under what? and are both we and the greeks standing under the same thing?

why under?

why not sitting, as the Buddhist do?

why why?

drunken sunday morning

only a little gin left.

used to know a girl, hot little one. can't remember her name, but remember those blond curls.

ginny. how could i forget. wasn't her tonic at first. then, she wanted me.

used to like her in part because she kissed joey lawrence.

we never made out. incidental touching.

god, such a wimp.

then there was the twelve year old. maybe 13. but i was 16. felt like i was taking advantage. she had faith in me i never had before.

to list loves is an exercise in futility.

so many times, heart broken. wandering the streets.

less so now. but more lately.

if only... the words of a

Invisible tonic

So, i know i have this bottle of tonic somewhere.

because when i'm sober, i pull on it.

what can i say, i love the quinine.

anyway, i'm mixin a real G&T. and, god forbid, i have some lime. I need some tonic. And i just went out and bought enough to keep a regiment from acquiring whatever malady one acquires from not having quinine.

but i want to use up the old stuff.

what with knowing the job's going to end, the old proverb use every part of the buffalo, takes on new urgency.

anyway, the stuff was invisible to me for a good five minutes. but i found it.

ah, ben franklin was right, even in matters of getting messed up. patience. what cannot it do, aside from keeping your job (sorry, it's just something alcohol has killed the pain of, but is still on my mind. Amazing how alcohol can do that for us. perhaps that's why it's still legal).