I cleared a total of two dollars and sixty-three cents from the bets I made on the Derby yesterday.
You can’t even buy a SunTimes for two dollars and sixty-three cents.
I laid in bed for the longest of time this morning. The birds were singing, the breeze was stirring and the lions were yodeling in the distance.
I thought to myself, “ah fuck it!”
I have nothing to do yet and if it today was a work morning, I’d wish that I could lay in bed a little longer.
So, fuck it….. I laid in bed and watched the sun cast a splash of pink on the bottom of the clouds before rising into the mass of grayness.
That was it. About thirty-eight seconds of glory.
I chalked this Homer quote down and quickly thought about that movie “Big Fish.”
It is the story about a guy who befriended a witch. The witch had a powerful eye that could let you see how you die. The protagonist learned at an early age how he was going to die.
This enabled him to take incredible chances and risks throughout his life.
None of us know when and where we are going to die, but that shouldn’t keep us from taking chances and putting our necks on the line.
All I know is this… everything left from my parents' lives are stored in a couple boxes in the back of my bedroom closet.
A few trinkets, a couple pictures, some certificates and a few miscellaneous odds and ends.
All the shit they schlepped through life ended up scattered and lost…
…except for the shit shoved under a couple shoe boxes in my closet.
We are all doomed to block traffic in a row of cars with orange funeral stickers on the dashboard. And we will be in the first car leading the procession through town. Some onlookers will do a sign of the cross and others will be mother fucking us for jagging up traffic.
I’m not doing a funeral procession. I’m getting one of those tree pod coffins. I’ve instructed Hazel to plant it in the middle of the night at the forest preserve near her house.
That is where I will be doomed to...
A Cook County Forest Preserve across from a parking lot where strangers have sex. Twenty years after I die, my grandchildren can smoke dope under Grampa’s tree.
Instead of being glum that we are doomed…
… we must continue to walk the path of life, but sing off key and dance like a honky on SoulTrain along the way.
In the Grabber section of today's Morning Chalkboard….
It is Amy Grace’s birthday. We all need a friend like Amers. It is also rugby day as the Chicago Hounds take the pitch this afternoon. Come On You Hounds!
It’s going to be a cloudy and possibly rainy day in Chicagoland. Maybe I’ll go and park in the forest preserve today?
