The New(ish) People of the Shop, or A Few More Conversations with The Butcher's Apprentice

Miles

Date:  Actually Miles and I had this conversation more than once.  I guess he has a poor memory. 

Miles is asking me about my hobbies.  I tell him that I play soccer.

            “That’s really cool!  I bet you score a lotta goals!”

            “Actually, I stop the goals, because I’m a keeper.”  That’s right boys; line forms to the left.

            He looks at me very seriously.  “Now . . . why are you doin’ that?  Goalie is for the ugly girls.”

 

            “Wow, you seem to know a lot about soccer.”  Walkawaywalkawaywalkaway. 

A Leg in the Dark, or A Lovely Fucking VD Indeed

I’ve been remiss in my blogging duties . . . though not for lack of trying. 

            The words bounce around inside my skull like a bullet that hasn’t found its mark, yet when I put pen to paper they just won’t come.  I’ve got almost a dozen half-assed posts started since December . . . I just can’t seem to finish. 

            It has been a long, cold winter.  And it finally got to me.  Drove me back into myself; made me into a hermit.  I made pizza.

 

            Aside from that, I’ve been doing too much.  Doing leaves little time for writing. 

            So maybe it’s time for a format change.  Maybe a few half-assed paragraphs a week is all I need to post.  I don’t really need to finish every single one of them after all, do I?  This is supposed to be an ongoing journal of part of my life. 

            Thing is, my life has gotten so much bigger than just this one part. 

            Try to keep up.