Ramblings
Having nothing concrete to post tonight, it seems like a good a time as any to just ramble. Every once in a while I like to purge my brain of all the little bits that cluster together, looking to become something "more".
My horoscope today said that it was my day to start again, to begin with a clean slate. That sounds good to me so as of this time, all my prior transgressions will be erased from the board. Anyone harboring any sort of ill will towards me will now release that bad energy and dwell on the positives. Not that there are any who hold resentment towards me LOL.
Went golfing yesterday and "The Champ" saw his losing streak reach the unheard of length of two. Back to back losses for "The Eighth Wonder of the Golfing World". My putting has been on fire, while the rest of my game has gone into the shitter. No birdies and only a couple of pars.
"We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold".
That is the opening line to "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas", the classic novel by Hunter S. Thompson, who, as I mentioned in yesterday's post, ended his own life at the age of 67. Choosing the method and time of his demise is so much like the persona he projected. Hunter S. Thompson was a unique character in a world that is lacking uniqueness. He will be sorely missed.
See you when I see you.
Baron
My horoscope today said that it was my day to start again, to begin with a clean slate. That sounds good to me so as of this time, all my prior transgressions will be erased from the board. Anyone harboring any sort of ill will towards me will now release that bad energy and dwell on the positives. Not that there are any who hold resentment towards me LOL.
Went golfing yesterday and "The Champ" saw his losing streak reach the unheard of length of two. Back to back losses for "The Eighth Wonder of the Golfing World". My putting has been on fire, while the rest of my game has gone into the shitter. No birdies and only a couple of pars.
"We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold".
That is the opening line to "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas", the classic novel by Hunter S. Thompson, who, as I mentioned in yesterday's post, ended his own life at the age of 67. Choosing the method and time of his demise is so much like the persona he projected. Hunter S. Thompson was a unique character in a world that is lacking uniqueness. He will be sorely missed.
See you when I see you.
Baron
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