This is my only day off in 2 weeks and likely to be the last one for the next 3...Oh well...Should have stayed in college...Wait, I DID stay in college....Hmmmm...Should have been rich.... 
..My old boss is trying to change my program, even though he swore he did not care what days or hours I work, and my new boss is upset that I still have public connections to my old boss...If they would just do me the favor of firing me, I could spend my days writing half-assed poetry and drinking too much... ...Worked for Bukowski...except his poetry wasn't half-assed.... ...He once said that poetry was a short way to tell a long story....Needless to say, my life is not poetry right now....
The thing that will save me is the fact that the beer festival season is upon us...weekends spent working...but not really working...and drinking with other industry types until the early hours....a few days of madness to support my overall sanity....
I am feeling the lure of the road and yearn for a very long road trip...I used to take these periodically but have not made the time recently...Being green is hell on one's nature...Oh to burn fossil fuels at will and feel the gas pedal give against the floorboard....Ahhhh...Things that may never come again...maybe.....
I do have a guilty pleasure along that line though....Coming across the Bay Bridge into San Francisco...as you exit the tunnel from Treasure Island...early in the morning...around 3 a.m....the bridge lights meld with the city skyline...the fog creates halos around all points of light...and you know (because you live here) that the highway patrol has no way (yet) of tracking speed on this section of bridge...and no where to safely put a cruiser....so you floor it coming off of the tunnel....speed pressing you into the seat...the slow growl of the engine revving to meet your demand...top speed for a moment...alone on the bridge...for one instant...for one place...you are the ONLY person in the world having that experience....weightless...carefree...but only for an instant...because you know about the cop that sits at the upcoming offramp...backwards...looking for you...and you wave at him as you slow to a comfortable 70 mph...too slow for his concern...
Ahhhh...summertime in San Francisco...be sure to wear a flower in your hair....
Just finished watching "Hancock"...were I a super hero, I would be Hancock... ..Before he stopped drinking...
..My old boss is trying to change my program, even though he swore he did not care what days or hours I work, and my new boss is upset that I still have public connections to my old boss...If they would just do me the favor of firing me, I could spend my days writing half-assed poetry and drinking too much... ...Worked for Bukowski...except his poetry wasn't half-assed.... ...He once said that poetry was a short way to tell a long story....Needless to say, my life is not poetry right now.... The thing that will save me is the fact that the beer festival season is upon us...weekends spent working...but not really working...and drinking with other industry types until the early hours....a few days of madness to support my overall sanity....
I am feeling the lure of the road and yearn for a very long road trip...I used to take these periodically but have not made the time recently...Being green is hell on one's nature...Oh to burn fossil fuels at will and feel the gas pedal give against the floorboard....Ahhhh...Things that may never come again...maybe.....
I do have a guilty pleasure along that line though....Coming across the Bay Bridge into San Francisco...as you exit the tunnel from Treasure Island...early in the morning...around 3 a.m....the bridge lights meld with the city skyline...the fog creates halos around all points of light...and you know (because you live here) that the highway patrol has no way (yet) of tracking speed on this section of bridge...and no where to safely put a cruiser....so you floor it coming off of the tunnel....speed pressing you into the seat...the slow growl of the engine revving to meet your demand...top speed for a moment...alone on the bridge...for one instant...for one place...you are the ONLY person in the world having that experience....weightless...carefree...but only for an instant...because you know about the cop that sits at the upcoming offramp...backwards...looking for you...and you wave at him as you slow to a comfortable 70 mph...too slow for his concern...
Ahhhh...summertime in San Francisco...be sure to wear a flower in your hair....
Just finished watching "Hancock"...were I a super hero, I would be Hancock...
..Before he stopped drinking... VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
The silence is great and what has finally made itself clear to me is greater....it's trying to be patient and get on course that plagues me currently. You know- you finally know who that true love is in your life, GREAT- the rest of your life remains in chaos so your not ready to actually be in a relationship. Sucks- worse when you are ready....does that person think and feel the same way about you? And if so- are they ready in their life for you? (sighs)
Mostly the career and move thng is what I am consumed with. .....AND my silence spoke to both of those points and it's time to get busy!!!!
Green is great-but sanity is greater, take your road trip ...it calls for a reason!
That is the best way to describe driving on that bridge! You really have a way with words. Ever thought of writing a book? Books I like....