T R U T H

Today I met the person I'm gonna love forever. Of course she was sleeping next to me and I knew she fit that billing about 20 years ago. That makes it so much easier than the torment associated with trying to decide yes or no when you're still searching. The old term for that torment was "barking up the wrong tree" which emphasizes we can be as stupid as a fucking dog at times in our life. When I most needed to be smart and write the story that still lingers I was all Purina Dog Chow and mistaking elms for pussy willows. At times I was no better than that mutt that wraps his front paws around your leg and twerks you with his pink cocktail weiner. Sad, but true. How could our biological necessity go so far astray? It matters not anymore because I'm looking at the person I met today and she's the greatest woman on the planet (thank you Edward Burns for defining that so impeccably.)

still hovering around the 11s today. Q: How do you break Steve Wonder's neck? A: Speed up the music.