what do they call those hardy foolish types who climb stuff ’cause it’s there? not pioneers, but something like that. well, who needs mountains when there are cranky buicks in the middle of the night & also for all intents & purposes, nowhere.
so i’m sitting in this cold dead car annoying everyone within a hundred miles who has the misfortune of being in my phone memory & finally find one willing to rescue my sorry ass. & so, midnightish, just as the car is revived the phone rings with a tipsy daughter on the other end wanting
beer money to spend some time with her mommy & what better antidote to feeling helpless & annoying, than to be beer money for someone you love? it is also most amusing to be the only undrunk one in a group of decidedly non-undrunk individuals.
& it is almost amazing that i spent two thirds of three hours voluntarily away from my computer while this luscious domain was busily propagating itself over the internet knowing i was not prepared & yet there i was, not only not home not on the computer, but ‘out’. with people. i don’t know whether to be proud or worried about that, not to mention not knowing if i should be worried or proud about not knowing whether to be proud or worried over such a thing. & what if, say, a half dozen years ago someone had said to me that a half dozen years hence i’d be sitting in an outdoor bar patio with a half dozen interesting people, drinking a glass of bass ale & laughing & smoking vanilla cigarettes & having separation anxiety fom a computer? what would then-me think of me now?