Me: HOLY SHIT!
Him: Hey, hey, easy, easy, it’s just me.
Iceland’s the only developed place on the planet with no mosquitoes. It’s a quirk of time, luck, fate, and position that brought them to that unique distinction.
In a lotta ways, we’re no different. I tell people that we’re only given about 27,000 days total here. It’s not enough time. What we do with those days makes us who we are – slowly, inexorably, irreversibly.
Minute changes in our life make us who we are until we’re calcified, one way or another.
This was a long and strange weekend, which I’m still trying to sort out in my head. But, by the time you read this, it’ll be June. So, my head’s a lot clearer.
I don’t feel as rough as I have lately, but I also don’t really feel like myself. I’m changing again. I feel it. And I have some new old friends to come with.
On that note, for the second time in less than a year, I opened a door to find someone sitting on my white couch, waiting for me.
This time, though, I’d actually given him the key back when I had COVID. In fact, I went through alla the people that have access to my apartment and got rid of everyone who shouldn’t have a key and kept those that should.
You’d be surprised at how many people I trust with this – and who.
Alison: Logan! Why did I find a knife taped to the back of the toilet?!
Me: Oh, I have, uh, knives hidden everywhere in the house?
Her: What. Is. Wrong with you?
Me: Ok, take a seat. It all started when I brought a yoghurt to kindergarten and Sister Mary…
One thing that I did this past weekend was finally find all the knives I’ve always had hidden around the house.
This was kismet.
Me: (putting on a shirt) Dude, you’re lucky I reorganized alla my knives. Did you shut the door immediately when you came in? I’ve got two mosquitoes somewhere in the house.
Him: Oh man, then I’m screwed, they love me.
Me: So, what happened last night that brought you here today?
Him: Oh man, it was a crazy night. So…
Me: Wait, let’s get some coffee first. You know where that is.
On a slightly more serious note, another one of my buddies is concerned about looters because they hit just a block from his pad.
That whole situation is something else that I’m trying to sort out in my head. Everything.
As for my buddy, he and wife are both trained and armed, though.
So, I’m not quite as worried for him.
Note: If you and your child have been to my house, they were always hidden no lower than my chest, so your kids were never in harm’s way.
Location: my room, surrounded by sharp instruments
Mood: sober since the 25th; until he showed up, that is…
Music: no one listens to me (Spotify)
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