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my day.

the mundane made beautiful.

I woke up. My chest felt empty and my mind was struggling with thoughts of yesterdays love. Not wanting to be a slug, I nike commercialed my way through my depression and jumped in the shower. The hot water felt good on my face. I could feel my past wash away down the drain. A shower really is a ritual, an act of rebirth, and I guarantee nothing important in the last 40 years has ever been accomplished with out first taking a shower. You can't face the world greasy,
After I got out of the shower, I watched some tv. I watched a show about an extreme sports enthusiast who was trying to ride his bike across a narrow board. He had done the move many times but eventually his luck got the better of him. HIs tire slipped and fell backwards into a wall and broke his back. The show had footage of the man screaming and declaring to any one that would listen that he could not move his legs. The man later recovered, but was never going to be the same athlete he was before the accident.
The struggle of this man reminded me of my own struggles with injuries... I have had multiple broke bones, tweaked backs, and six surgeries. I guess you could say I drank a little to much mt. dew as a kid.

.....being injured is like being placed in a orchard with beautiful fruit but not having any arms to pick them. Injuries. strip you of your passion, melt your eyes, and force you to witness the world with new perspective.

After watching some extreme sports, I headed out to get some coffee and read a book about how to write better. The book proved to be extremely boring and at one point I wondered if I had ADD. With my tired my mind, my eyes wandered the landscape. ( i was in the c shop) They rested on the lady behind the counter. She was an older lady with dark skin and hazel eyes. There must have been a time in her life when she was beautiful and men worshiped her, but now... she seemed dull and drained, like her best days were behind her and all she could do now was age with dignity. When the shop was not busy she would smoke ciggarettes and look of into the distance. who knows what she was thinking, who cares.
To my left I noticed a man that reminded me of the butters character on south park. His hair was a bright blonde, and he seemed nervous and eager to please. When I spilt my coffee he started talking with me and told me something about his computer. He also told me not to worry about the mess, because there was one point in his life where he spilt three cups of coffee in a row... he told me this twice.
With the coffee spilt on the floor like a roasted puddle, I went to the back of the shop and got the attention of the lady. I told her that I was sorry, but I had spilt some coffee. She told me not to worry... apparently lots of people spill coffee at coffee shops, who would have thought?

As the lady mopped, I looked over to my right and noticed a santa claus doll, standing on a platform with a little button on it. It said push me, so naturally I did. The creature starting dancing, turned around and shook his ass at me. It looked like he was wearing a diaper full of shit, and I wondered if this was a sign of the appocalypse.... a santa doll shaking his ass at me, a older women mopping up my coffee and a butters like creature hammering away at his laptop and mumbling an unknown language.

probably!

As, the lady cleaned I felt entilted to spark up a conversation.

" So, ahh... do you sell a lot of those" I said as I pointed to the santa doll.

The lady looked at the doll and smiled " No, we don't sell those. That is mine"

" Oh, cool." I said

trying to think of something clever to say, I asked her where she was form.

" I am from Iran." she said. Immediatally I thought of a girl named Elam from there whom I had fallen in love with.... she had eyes of green ecstacy, dark skin, and long black hair. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen... she was also a model. She said she loved me back, but when I told her I had a girl friend, she never wrote me again :(
Aside from thinking of Elam, I thought of the political strife I had read about in Iran. I asked the lady about it and she just shrugged.

" Politicians are crooks everywhere. The american media just blows things out of proportion"

The butters creature intervened " Yeah, the US had the LA riots"

I wanted to throw some coffee on him, but I was all out.

When the lady was finished cleaning, I went back to my book, but soon realized that five mintutes does not make a book any less wack. I said my good byes, and threw the book in the trash. I felt pretty pirate.
Since the day was still young, I decided to go for a drive. I went up to Peak 8, which is one of Breckenridges many mountains. It is also home to the most mt dew terrain park in the lower 48. I was shocked to see this giant gaper castle they were building, and for some reason I felt like an old man seeing the rustic past blur away into a more wack structured future.. or some shit like that.
The peak looked sleepy. Far up on the hill snow machines were blowing, and the mound that will be the half pipe was just begining to get burried in a thin layer of white. GNAR! I looked for pre season shred marks, but there was none. It was to early in the seaon even for the hardcores to make their mark.
As I drove back, I noticed a large group of mexicans holding a sign that hated on vail resorts for treating their employees like shit. I honked at them, and felt like I was changing the world.

viva la resistance!

As I drove down the road back to town, I saw an old spot that looked over the city, and wondered if my girl friend and I would share a bottle of wine there the next night and rekindle what we had.

50 50.... I will keep you posted.

I stopped by a snowboard shop called big hit. I felt like a little kid in a candy shop. I wanted everything but unfortunately did not have the money for any of it. I saw a very nice scarf and wanted to buy it for my "girl friend", but it was forty dollars, and something wise deinside me told me not to get it. As I continued to consumer whore my way through thes store, I started thinking about how styles came to be, and what the future might look like....

who knows. who cares. just live bitch!

I thanked the shop bro and headed home.

On the way back to my house, I picked up a hitch hiker named Ned. He was a pretty cool dude and had some wild stories to tell about losing his arm in a construction accident, getting shot in vietnam and having to smoke pot to dull his pain.

I dropped him off and wished him luck.

I got home, and moved all the furniture so the mexicans could clean the carpets. I went outside, listned to npr and chopped wood until night fall

the end.

Key life lessons learned.

A believe that everyday is an adventure we can reflect on and learn about ourselves and life and general. This is what this day taught me.

1. Hitch Hikers are a good time.... think of them like short books to read.
2. The book about how to write better sucked.. It reminded me of a scientist trying to define writting, and with words like conjunction and past plural, I put it down. It was just a book for nervous suckers who thought knowledge could cure their lack of ability... its too bad because when I found in the trash I thought it my might change my life. now I know why it was in the trash.
3. When shopping, delay your gratifications. Impulse buying is a sure path to debt and zits.
4. Gaper castles are wack...but hey i guess money builds better parks.
5. Your pain is not unique. Millions of people go through the same shit.
6. blogging is good for the soul.

the end!

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I sit here, stung with an aroma of ambiguity. In a short while I will meet yesterdays love, and I just hope our hands still feel warm.

Posted by squidhead on 2009-10-23 14:11:55 | Rating: