Today's quote was written by Billy Shakes, one my Oldman often used.
He used it when dealing with mealy mouths and fakers who don’t add up to the big equation of life. It also became readily available for every loudmouth who has never taken a real hit. Easy to laugh at pain when you have never bled.
My Oldman was usually plain and simple. Chicagonese rolled off his tongue whenever life’s assclowns pushed him to the brink, but when his anger started to boil and he needed to check himself, that was when Shakespeare came out.
“Look at this hurried jagoff changing lanes without using his GD directional! Someone tell him his horseshit life isn’t going anywhere. It will f’ing be there waiting no matter when he shows up!”
Or, when he wanted to cut straight to the bone:
“He jests at scars that never felt a wound!”
I don’t know how or when this line became part of Don Shepley’s arsenal, but when he pulled it out, it was napalm. He had another line too... one he took to the grave before I ever figured it out:
“This guy talks like a man with a paper asshole.”
To this day, I still don’t know what the hell that means.
Anyway… it is Saint Nicholas Day. Put your shoes by the door and wake up tomorrow to find treats in them. Saint Nick and William Shakespeare, strange pair, sure, but both teach the same thing: mercy usually comes from the wounded, not the untouched.
Find astonishment and gusto today. You will need to put a smile on the sun yourself.
