had a great sleep. sleeping pills worked. no booze. too much booze the night before. had two coffees and put on The Smiths. finding good music as I hit my fifties. thirties and forties a complete blur. fifties only partial blur. a weekend with great friends and now back to the grind although I never have a grind. choices. we all have choices. some choose to work for “the man” and grind it out day by dreary day. week by dreary week. and other’s choose to LIVE a life. a life filled with excitement and dreams and hope coupled with depression and anxiety. pick your poison.
anyway, I have two cups of coffee and get ready to walk Taylor to school with Sarah. we take our normal route down Pheasant and the yellow school bus comes by. Lauren and her friend frantically wave to Taylor and she waves back with a smile. “They always are so excited when they wave to me,” says Taylor.
“Oh I know,” I said back.
we all continue to walk and talk and walk and talk. we eventually make it to Taylor’s school and we say goodbye to her and tell her that we love her. she walks away by herself and enters the school. I always hate saying goodbye to Taylor. she’s such a great kid.
Sarah and I walk home. we take the same route home as we took coming to the school. we say “HI” to the crossing guard and walk back up Pheasant. we talk about Taylor’s basketball and how poorly run The Hawks are. we talk about how complacent people in Orange Vegas are. we say that it is typical of the suburbs. most people thinking they are living life but really they are all puppets and sheep following dumb rules and drinking shitty beer in their shitty garages. we also talk about the Guelph Gryphons basketball association and how professional they are filled with inspiring coaches and inspiring management. complacency is the sickest disease one could ever get.
we get home and I pack my shoes into a bag and leave the house. I head to Kitchener to work with a men’s store called Channers. Good people. Good store. Good town.
I arrive right on time for once and quickly work my appt. I then bring some catalogues to a few other stores and then go for lunch at a Thai place in the mall. hot waitress. hot waitresses everywhere which is torturous when you’re married. life always challenging me. why? why me? Do other people go through the same torture as me? the game of life. a fascinating game when you play. a dull and depressing game when you don’t. most people in these small towns are dull and depressed. the blind leading the blind but they just don’t know it. sad really.
anyway, I ate my food and left the restaurant. spoke briefly with the hot waitress but the annoying but friendly owner got in the way. probably a good thing. cheap thrills are cheap. torturous and cheap.
I jumped in my car and headed for home. wanted to go for a nice long bike ride. summer weather finally arriving even though it is only Spring. getting sick of the long Winters and lack of Spring and Summer. so many places that I would rather live but need to convince Sarah.
I arrived at home with two coffees in hand. one for me and one for Sarah. we discussed, once again, how great the association of Guelph Gryphons Basketball is and how professional and caring they are. once again, the opposite of Hawks basketball with it’s bad management and lowest common denominator thinking. average people will always bring about average product and you have to avoid these type of soul suckers at all costs or you could get caught up in their web of DULLNESS. we know better and we avoid at all costs. when I was younger I wasn’t as good at picking them out but now I have a keen eye.
we drank our coffees and picked up Taylor from school. I went to the gym and ran on the treadmill and then spoke with the receptionist (older one…even though she is younger than me) about the dance culture for young girls and how disgusting it is. little girls parading around in tiny provocative outfits while having make-up plastered on their faces. such a stupid activity. the dancing is great and can be very challenging but why the slutty outfits and make-up? dumb dance parents not realizing how detrimental the dance culture is. naïve. naïve people everywhere. puppets. sheep. most people are puppets and sheep. sad. sick. dull. anyway, we finished our conversation and then I had a quick steam before heading home.
we ate dinner and then went for a walk downtown. downtown Orange Vegas. NOT TORONTO. we left the house and began our walk. we immediately ran into a fat older lady (probably younger than me) with a brown dog who kept jumping on us.
“Oh he’s fine. he won’t bite.” she said.
this is what the peasants always say. but in reality they are all just lazy dog owners who get dogs because they are bored and depressed. such sad fuckers.
we continued our walk and saw the typical garage drinkers drinking shitty beer and having shitty conversations about nothing but their trucks and their shitty work. DULL.
we walked down Zina and discussed the various beautiful houses that are too expensive. we saw a dull family of four walking towards us. typical dull family with two overweight parents and two bratty boys not to mention a dog that doesn’t listen. we walked across the street and continued our trek downtown. we stopped for another coffee for me and then we made our way to the ice cream shop. I took a seat outside as the store was too hot. they always are. I sat outside with Taylor as Sarah ordered the ice cream. we sat and sat and sat. we wondered what was taking so long so we looked inside and saw a very “slow” boy behind the counter. bad service everywhere in such small depressing towns. twenty minutes later Sarah arrived with the ice cream and we began to walk home.
Taylor finished her’s first and then tossed her wrapper on the ground. we had a big argument over that as we wondered why she would do that.
“It’s not like you to do that Taylor.”
“You guy’s litter.”
“No we don’t.”
“You’re telling me that you’ve never littered.”
“I am sure we have but we are just trying to teach you that it is wrong. Just admit that you made a mistake.”
Taylor was silent as we continued to walk. Not wanting to admit a mistake that wasn’t even a mistake. just a life lesson.
anyway, we kept walking home and kept discussing the homes on Zina.
we arrived back on our street and we saw the same fat dull dog walker from before. we avoided her. we always avoid people as most of them are dull. we saw and heard a lady locking her car door about twenty times.
“Lady, your door is locked!!!” I screamed at her. but she looked at me and closed her house door. I am sure she checks and double checks that lock at night too. Paranoid and dull people everywhere. sad and pathetic lives most people live.
we eventually made it home and sat on our couches.
“I’m sorry for littering.” Taylor said.
“It’s alright Taylor.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
APRIL 10, 2017.
notanotherphony. 