Here we are, finally Friday. How is it that time is supposedly constant and yet it moves in a blur or we’re cruelly dragged along for every second’s tick?
In our house, this “week” encapsulated no fewer than forty days. There are blurs and absolutes, not on our roller coaster, but in our infinite elevator.
This past Sunday, when I was much younger, I met Mentor for lunch. Then I went home and had a nice, relaxing evening with my family.
After that, oodles of things happened. I’m tellin you, we’ll talk about it next year. It will take me that long to process and edit. Right now, it would be unlimited prose. You’d be holding my hair back, word vomit all on your shoes, and you’d be like, “Oh My God, Joey, What IS Happening?!”
The Universe/God/Providence works in mysterious ways.
Divine Intervention. A Master Plan. Magic and shit.
Unbelievable, unfathomable. Every time it happens, I have trouble believing it’s actually happening, but it’s just fuckin true. For me. It’s true for others as well, but maybe not for you. You, sweet fresh soul, maybe live in a literal, logical world without any trace of make-believe and so you say things like, “What a coincidence!”
Nah. I ain’t buyin it.
Imma wish magical things for you like bunnies from a hat!
Happy Friday Everyone!