So Far, Tuesday’s A Blur
June 13th. The Office. Is it Tuesday morning? I’m waking up out of a dream…and I’m not hung over.
People get old they get serious
Shit get’s serious. I’m waking up at three a.m.. I’m thinking, is my heart about to stop? It feels different. Thumping around in my chest.
Is it a normal thump?
In the dead quiet, you can’t tell. It’s not stabbing my chest like they say when you’re having a heart attack.
A Heart Attack?
Is that what it does? It attacks? It’s like you against your heart. You. Not your liver. Your kidneys. Your old limp dick. It attacks you. The whole you.
It’s a kamikaze attack.
Your old heart knows it aint gonna survive the attack. It’ll die with you. It don’t care! It just wants to kill your ass.
I’m laying there thinking about my old kamikaze Heart. Making funny thumps. Planning to do me in…and It with me.
Or maybe not.
Maybe it’s just fucking with me.
I’m wandering around
Behind this old dude.
Life’s a blur and I’m behind this bent old dude.
I’m on his tail.
I’m not tailing him!
You might think I’m just a bit crazy today, like the Tell-Tale Heart dude. But it’s not my mind. My mind is clear. It’s life. Life’s a blur. Today. Tuesday.
When I start to go crazy I’ll let you know.
I’ll let you know?
Who are you?
I need to I.D. people
I need to I.D. people because that’s what you do. When you’re a booze sample dude. You I.D. everybody. I’m a dude that I.D.s everybody. If I don’t I.D. everybody they’ll shit can my ass. Who are they? The people that run the company I work for. Those people. I’ve never met those people. Those people, my employers, they live in the CLOUD. The Cloud? The Internet cloud, you dolt!
I’m the only person I’ve ever met at my company.
This dude thinks he’s Elvis
I need to see this dude’s I.D..
He says, “I’m Elvis. That makes me eighty eight years old.”
I still need to see your I.D.. Otherwise the people I work for will shit can my ass.”
“Okee Dokee,” he says.
Okay, so I pour him a tequila.
He knocks back.
I pour him another.
He knocks it back.
“You look pretty good for a dude 89 years old,” I say.
“I’m eighty eight.”
“What’s the big difference. Eighty eight, eighty nine. You get that old you’re supposed to look real old.”
“Hey listen,” he says. “Why do you need to I.D. everybody?”
“I told you. They’ll shit can my ass.”
“Who are they?”
“The people I work for.”
“Where are they?”
“Where?”
“Yeah. Are they around? Watching your ass?”
“No. They’re in the cloud.”
“Whoa…up in the clouds!”
“Not the clouds, you dolt. The Internet.”
He rolls off.
Was he ever even here?
I gotta go to work
Wait a minute.
I’m at work.
No, I’m at the office.
Blogging. Blogging about work.
Work is coming up. It’s right here. Across the parking lot. A hundred yards from here. Right over there. The Safeway.
That’s where I work.
I work for people I’ve never met.
It’s all in the cloud.
Man, today is a blur….
The internet cloud
Where we’ll all end up sooner or later.
Heartless….
2 thoughts on “So Far, Tuesday’s A Blur”
First, tell that 89-year-old smart ass not to look a free drink in its reflection or he’ll see his unmelted cube of2, sugar skull soon enough.
Second, Gloome, you are not old. You’re alive. We come here to sip fron your well of energy and wisdom. BEING 0LD IS NOT A CHARACTER FLAW. IT IS A MARKETING PLOY.
You may hand out sample drinks at Safweway, but you are a safe way to knowing death is nothing, double entendre.
Life is all, as with the aged ambulator question mark figuree hobbing along: He’d rather be than not be. What does it matter aside from the suffering of others, if life is or is not a dream? Either way, we will never wake to help each other or realize how staggeringly alone each of u. Eleven billion humans have died since the first cave man saw his reflection in the eyess of his cavewoman. We’re finitematter, no matter, As you try to show, Gloomer, we’re a time-leaking tepid cup of,at best mediocre Starbuck’s coffee. Hell, Starcbucks himself would have told Ahab, “I don’t give a fuck about your obsesssion with some white whale,but this coffee tastes like ambergris,” I wish. I wish. And now the Tooth Fairy is persona non granta in Florida because of Donaldy Dumpty and his minions, but take a photogragh of Alfred E. Neuman and olaced it next to one of Governen DeSantis to see who looks sillier.
Tooth shay!!!!!