One Big Drug Haze

Are there times that you wish you were not who you are? But you are who you are so you think of what you could be. Curt. Did I tell you how things work when you think they work one way?

End of the day, I like to come home and have a beer or two. Find out what I like in a space that is my own. Gosh. Heck, things move so fast in a space that is my own, if that makes sense.

If you want to know the truth, I'm not sure I have much to say right now. Just wait for it. Kind of day where you have to think, why do I blog? Let me tell you, there was a day when I thought, This blog is so hard to write, but then I wrote and I did not want to.

My mom used to say, hey Curt, why don't you go out and play? No time to play, mom, I would say, just time to think. Oh, she would say, now you have time to think! Please leave me be! I would say. Quite a few times, I would think that things were not the way they should be. Right was wrong and wrong was right or yes meant no and no meant yes or right was left and left was right!

Sure, mom would say. To think was to think and to not think was a waste of time. Up north, things were not the same way they were down here, I knew. Vick said that things were the same, at this place and that place, here and there, north and south, east and west. What he said, I knew he knew, and I would say, oh Vick I know that's right. X does not mark the spot, he would tell me, It is X and Y and Z, he would say.

You know, those days seem like one big drug haze to me now. Z and Y did not count, as far as I could tell.