I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

The day is brighter. I feel that my very presence in the outside world will somehow offer such a just and wonder filled experience for each and person about. As long as I keep my faith and confidence in the highest form and level of a stupendous, and independent existence, all will unfold with a brilliance of projected spiritual unity. The two picking up my appliances that pulled over, but kept going on to their next job, are now in the most respected and hallowed prescience that our common human frailties would allow for. I will now look for a different operation that will not expect me to wait in the smoke of 90 some degree weather for up to 3 hours. Nigh. I shall so gayly and merrily contract with whatever entity that will so ever gladly accept my more than $2,000.00 worth of appliances as a charitable donation. Although the passenger in the large moving truck looked strong and bullish, I nonetheless had considered that the actual driver was potentially weak and thin. So he just blew me off, with my honking and waving, for that reason alone, was it.? So then, it surely was not that he was just a dicky asshole driving on the wrong street, and going in the wrong direction. Alas I have vowed to look for such opportunities to overcome any lack of judicial jurisprudence in regard to those not fully running on all cylinders, on any given day, in any given way.

I cocked my hat toward the wing of a bat, until he flew right into the hue, then in my down casted fray, a smoothing emollient’s clean soothing display, a new founded prominence has taken the day.