Friday, April 18, 2008

out of doors

I try to work outside. Job security is inside. Spend days inside walled roof room, nice and maintained. Step outside my own house, there's weeds encroaching on a ten thousand dollar lawn. Each weed taunts, blowing in the wind, threatening to spread even more seed.

Life is getting longer. Days roll by to an ever increasing age and race to decrepitness and possibly invalidity. A fear overwhelms. Am no longer the wild rock and roll star.

Any fan of "Frank's Wild Years" will understand this: So, try to go out, found the new sport of Geocaching. Interesting new places, a way to "get out", but suddenly came across another being. Other person ranting on supposed trespass to incur a reciprical. Terrified.

I run back indoors, light a cigarette, and watch the weeds grow. Think there's a new one.

1 Comments:

Blogger MACCA said...

Are there Flies on Po' Richard haha

December 26, 2008 at 12:13 AM  

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