I like to believe I’m an open minded old soul.
But I know I’m not Fitzgerald or even Hemingway. I’ve got almost five years archived on this site-and I read through some old stuff…I’m definitely better than I was And worse than I’ll be. Understand?
I say that because …
Someone asked me to tell them a story…so I did. I set my pen down and began
Ronald McDonald the clown. Came to being because the founders wife had an affair…and an illegitimate son. When he found out. He went into such a rage that he took both of them to the basement of one of his stores
Murdering his wife
He fixed her body
And the next day
Introduced the rib sandwhich
But he locked the son
For 17 years
To slice pickles
He never saw anyone
After the founder died
The new wife,feeling sorry for the child cleaned him up with makeup and a workers suit.
With makeup and his long red hair
She led him through the store
From the basement
The children thought he worked there
And they loved him
Ronald the clown came to be.
The problem with this story is
Everyone believed me.
I told them I made it up
Just like this morning
While waiting for Simon (our dog) to take a shit.
I thought of a blind kid
Who can see colours and energy…
But nothing else
And he hates hospitals
Because he can see the spirits
Moving from room to room
No one believes him
Until his uncle dies
And Eric is the only one in the room with him.
I have no idea what to do with that.
It just came to me at 6am while I stood freezing and watched my beagle sniff the ground for nine days until he found his “spot” where he shits in a half circle.
Some things come to us . Not all of it will be good. But some of it will be great. And all of it has that potential.
But only if we put it out there.
Today is my birthday.
I have been here almost 5 years.
Thank you for staying with me.
And for those who stayed
For watching me grow.