Wille had the shit right

Some days the high heavy sun and the cool wisps of all day breeze off the Uncompaghre just can’t hide the catch and throw of the breath I don’t want to breathe. With all the working and living and long gone traveling on, I got nothing but ideas and no one to give a shit. That sounds sadder than it is.

These days, the ones thick with some worthless regret and thicker still with worthless women and warm beer, grind to dust on the mortar base of the end of everything real.

The animal outside has taken to killing birds. She kills them and stows them at various points around the yard. It is not insignificant that such a meek mannered animal is so capable a creature as to kill fast and flighty fowl. They lay in her haunts.  She stores them in places she frequents throughout the day avoiding the scorch of sun. She still wags her tail and looks innocent. But she is a killer. It does not show in her sphalerite eyes.

I got the same text message today I have received countless times. The point is that I am a great guy and some girl or another does not deserve me. I wonder sometimes who it is they think they know. If they were to get to know me, they would hear about it all. The one night stands, the led on and discarded, the dead. I sometimes wonder how I end up with such a collection of female company, always where I want them. I don’t deserve them. They should know this when they look into me.

In other news, I drank too much beer.

Life is not so bad.