On a fast Tuesday, a tired townhome sold for a low price that was an amendment to a poor soul’s administration of arithmetic. The bread from his boss had dried and hardened and when he bit, the brittle flakes dimmed the shine on the buckle of his designer loafers, a downward drift that while particled and random, comingled as vermin, accepted by a farmer who was overwhelmed by the kicked up pebbles that came with too much land . Far too many thoughts for real hurdles that would lie ahead, yet the shoes had been dependable, and so had his commitment to the indecency that comes from sharpened tools that were buried beneath a roofless shed. There was a time that he heard a muffled trumpet accompanied by a soft guitar whenever he found the geese beyond the cold bricks of his dorm room, freshman year scholars, constructive impetus was everywhere. But the birds could fly off at a moment’s notice and, now as a man, it was mercifully decided that he could too. He ascended the screen door and then the roof and finally the chimney. The evolution of smell from mold to tar, to ash blurred the applauding trees, but the city lights in the distance bounced in all directions. Fatigue left his childhood benefactors crying, and then the rest of the bandmates filtered in…..

I am a wee bit under the weather today. I have been up since 4am (what else is new, right?) with a sore throat, stuffy nose and an upset stomach. I’m no doctor, but if I had to guess I would say that I have the flu. Since I don’t have much of an apetite or energy for that matter, I guess I will be spending the day in bed. I should clarify…I will be spending the day in Ted’s bed just in case the alien in my stomach wants to come out. That way after I am done puking, my bed will still be nice and clean. After all, it’s important to get as much rest as possible in order to fight this bug. And how am I supposed to do that in a bed covered in vomit? Let’s not forget that Ted should have stayed home to take care of me, but since he is planning on going to Las Vegas next month he doesn’t want to use any of his personal days. I guess blackjack and hookers are more important then my health. So, I’m not only sick, but I’m alone. I remember in the wild, my mother used comfort me whenever I was under the weather. She would hold me in a warm embrace and lick the back of my head. Anything to make me feel better. Sometimes she would even sing to me with her soft and beautiful meows.  It’s days like this that I really miss her. Sure Ted is great…for the most part, but nothing can take the place of the mother and child bond. And since I have nothing better to do than to disect my snot, I think I will tell you a little bit more about my mom.  Now I realize that it’s been a long time since we last saw each other, but I can still picture her and her great big smile. She was always smiling. Who wouldn’t if you had a son like me, right? She had piercing dark eyes and her fur was gray with numerous black spots. At this point it may appear that my mom is an English chimney sweeper named Danny….but nothing could be further from the truth. Her dark complexion shined, like a black pearl at the bottom of the ocean. She was not a big cat, in fact she was tiny just me. When I was two monthes old I was already the same size as her (and I was the runt of the family). But that didn’t matter….. she could hold her own against anyone including dangerous predators and even a philandering husband. I guess that’s why my dad stopped coming around after a few monthes….he simply got tired of a butt kicking (well that and he had a new grilfriend every week.)
 
 
 
…but you know what some how I’m starting to feel better.
 
This may not be the most polite way of doing things….but tough tuna…..I’m sick and I’m alone.