I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

Once again I will begin the day with a bright outlook. Today will be mostly sunny with a possible shower. I will bring my vintage (1991?) Major League Baseball Hat just in case. It hailed and poured a few days ago. The pelts of frozen matter, when it was about *70, were dramatically shocking. My car was nearly thoroughly cleansed, save for the clinging remains of bird excrement. I park beneath the local tree. The birds usually give me about a week or so before going back to their natural behavior. So, even they know that the glistening shine is merely temporary. My dampened rag, and just enough “Blue-Goo” should ready the new(er) foreign car. People notice when I do the rims in an extra special manner. The scratches start to show as well when the waxing needs a brush-up. By next week, after the 2nd, or 3rd polishing the beast with 67,895 miles will once again be almost like new. I will refuse to allow an inanimate object to control my emotional state. Even without that extra wax job or two, I shall triumph, and relish each and every moment of today. (Especially if I avoid the local corner with auto crash debris, and people trying to beat you around the cross-walk!) Naye, I say! I will own the challenge, I will the grow with victory, I will behold the truth as it opens wide with a virtuous splendor of magnification! I will reach the top of the calming caress of life itself!