The change in mood, from serious, mildly confused, down, to outright cheerful and striding forward like a race horse after I came back with the final $40 he needed was a thing of beauty to behold, and shows just how little it takes to cross the line from something resembling hapless despair to something much closer to unbridled joy.
I'm gonna see my grandma. I'm gonna be there to say good-bye to her. They are gonna pull the plug on her tomorrow night, so, this is really important, and the timing seems as good as it could possibly be.
I'm disappointed we couldn't get the money sooner and spend some time together with Becky, who sounds like a really nice young lady with a little ... hmm ... how shall we say this ... fear of going out with new old guys? From ages 16-22, I used to get drunk to get up the courage to even call to ask a girl out on a date, and your Friday night adventure reminded me of those times, and also of much we share (we being humanity), the uncertainty, the lack of self-confidence, (OMG, Sarah - you didn't let her know how really REALLY cool I am, did you?), the need for some kind of boost.
And yet, if we treat every moment as a glowing, atomic possibility, to learn, to experience, to share, life becomes rather extraordinary, and we will never again experience it in the same way ... not people, places, things, but energies, emanating from everywhere.
Gonna have to go all professorial on you now. ATTACHED IS the outline for the course of study that Bradley and I are going to have to put you two through next weekend, or whenever the four of us can get together. It is REALLY dangerous for you to be involved in that type of situation -- you have two daughters and who will look after them if they are taken away from you for child abandonment, or reckless behavior? That's why Bradley is so impressive. Sure, he could have driven down here without the insurance, but the risk - losing everything, was far too great for the reward (instant gratification).
So ... anyway ... we shall teach you two how to bar c r a w l .... the goal is ... travel 1,000 miles, drinking all the way (bells on bob tails ring, making spirits bright, what fun it is to drink and sing a drinking song tonight, OH ... shots and beers, shots and beers, shots and beers some more .... there is only one thing that you really know for sure ... money's there, traveling booze too and what's more you see, there is not just one of me but me and the other three ... oh, drink and screw, drink and screw, drink and screw all day ... oh how much more delight, drinking getting laid at night ... OH .... etc, etc, etc).
Let's keep Brad and his Grandmother in our prayers.
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