“Love the one that’s your width.” – X’s new take on an old cliche and song lyric.
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Some people burn propane, others butane, and the rest insane.
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I see a really surly guy a couple of times a week. He’s a bastard – one of those you’ll see arguing with the sunrise.
I went outside and fed a crumbled biscuit to the duck and the myriad finches who’ve learned to congregate around me.
Mr. Surly, who I’ve previously and politely asked to go jump off a cliff with an anvil tied to his face and leave me alone, sneered at me.
“Bread is bad for birds!” Mr. Surly said it at high volume for the sake of bystanders. He should’ve known better.
Without hesitation, I loudly said, “Well those 3 DWIs and smoking habit aren’t exactly points in your favor.”
Yes, I looked over my shoulder 200 times that day.
Still a win, though.
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They told me to take more pictures while I was on vacation, so I took all 17 from the lobby of the Holiday Inn Express.
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For those who missed the four a.m. show, the sky repeatedly and explosively turned neon and gauzy purple as tendrils of lightning snaked across the sleepy sky. I found myself driving five miles out of the way, watching thick varicose veins of lightning find its way to the ground. Bolts shook the air, and I could feel the car vibrate.
I wanted to drive on and lose the day.
Though I arrived first, I parked on the top level of the parking garage to watch the lightning roll above.
Nothing that fills this day will surpass the violent and thunderous purple of the dead hour of this morning.
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*Reviews That Matter
If you haven’t seen Avengers: Endgame… Put on some energetic movie soundtrack music. Invite your very young nephew or niece over and have them flush the toilet for 180 minutes. #endgame
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“Doctor, why I do break out in a rash every time my boss approaches? Is it stress-related?”
“No, it’s an allerjerk reaction.”
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P.S. Parenthetically Speaking 