Newscoma

I returned to Hoots earlier this week and basically fell asleep for about two days. I had planned a self-induced coma for Monday but life sort of got in the way, so I just had to go with the flow.

I finally ended up at a juke joint I hadn’t been in for awhile and saw the very famous Dirk Diggler, who was looking chipper, who tried to be just another person on the list that tried to explain NASCAR to me. This list of fine, concerned folks have tried to explain this soap opera of wheels and gears to me before and I appreciated him trying to teach me, especially about some bad, intentional wreck last week but I still don’t get the allure of NASCAR, but I do enjoy people trying to educate me about it. I think that I like that best. I also don’t understand neurosurgery either, so there is that.

He had seen a statue of a monkey holding a baby monkey near a dumpster. He had deemed it close enough to be Bigfoot and decided he was going to get it for me as a gift. When he returned to pick it up, it was sadly gone.  The fact that someone was willing to dumpster dive for me to get a statue of “Bigfoot” tickled me to no end. As I haven’t been in Hoots very much recently, it was also good to see Mr. Jimmy. He didn’t look like he felt very good so I didn’t get to hear him cuss. I was admittedly somewhat disappointed because I usually learn new curse words that I try to incorporate into everyday life from him.

I heard talk of newspapers, which honestly this time, I recused myself mentally from because I don’t work for one anymore and it was of the one I used to be at. I have found that listening is better than participation because I don’t need to throw gasoline on a fire. I was too close to the situation so it’s hard for me to be unbiased. It’s taken me eight months to learn that lesson because these are my friends from there.

They are still living it. I am not.

I’ve been on the road so my time is not my own right now. I love being busy. I love meeting new people, so life is good. As I keep telling myself that it’s become a reality. I’m pleased to know that sometimes when you do indeed talk the talk, walking the walk becomes much easier.

And to all the bloggers I’ve met in the past few weeks, ones that I have known before and new ones I’ve met, thanks for keeping me sane and keeping me company.

That’s what makes this little place on the web quite wonderful. It gave me all of you.

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Thanks guys.