garrison beau scott

I followed a crack in the pavement, its fissure worn smooth by the thousands and thousands of footprints otherwise occupied by the billboards. Alters of pimp. Ignoring the 20 foot tall Big Macs and the neon tinged venus flytraps, I continued to look down, I continued to follow. Days got shorter, sleeves longer, but the cleave remained. It led me past strip malls and dealerships, schools and metal detectors, past promises and lies.

What began frivolously became a earnest crusade. I thought I’d be led to you. But it was now winter, and the place you had sat maybe waiting for me, was covered in the cruelest of blankets. The crack hidden as well, only the breadcrumbs were left to guide me home, where I hoped the fire would be as warm for me, as I knew it was for you.

Be forewarned, I’m in one of those moods. Not like the other day when I tried to convince myself life is anything but everything. Well maybe it is, but right now it’s not.

See what I mean.

Right now it’s, “life is everything, everything is life.” And for those percentages that disagree, I say to them, “work it out.” Maybe it’s the four hours of sleep, the pissy weather, or the upcoming election. Maybe it’s the beauty of how my son says, “poppa,” the taste of this coffee, or the spark in my wife’s eye and mischievous curl of a smile that crosses her beautiful face.

Maybe I have no idea what I’m talking about. Maybe all of life’s questions are rhetorical. Maybe we were all suppossed to be just dumb animals floating in the great pool and a bolt of lightning screwed up those plans. Grand design, fateful chance, paper or plastic? Fuck, I don’t know. But the coffee does taste good, and my baby boy is gorgeous, so is his big sister, and I’m still the luckiest man alive.

Yup, going to be one of those days, but it beats the alternative, right? Remember, you were warned.

There are more than a few ways to look at this. I guess it all depends on where you are standing.

Such is life. Yes?