What happened in the last few weeks…. I have no recollection. Like a drum beating in a song, I continue, onward, to the next chorus. When you have a routine, life rips by, tearing the months with it. Autopilot: brush teeth, go to sleep, wake up, go to work, rip through the day, come back home, have a beer, eat dinner, shower, brush teeth, repeat.
A man walking down the road snapping his fingers to a tune that he has struck in his head. The tune has been in his head for quite some time, surfacing for air every now and again. He knows where the tune is from, the exact time in his life. A simpler time, yes but does he miss it? Probably a bit, but he knows that if he listens to it now, he will be bored by it. It won’t be the same.
I bought cowboy boots a few days ago. I went into the store without a mask, and one of the owners said, “We don’t care about that here.” I was in the right place. My kind of people. I have never owned cowboy boots tell you the truth. Never even put some on my feet before. It suits me though. The west is the best.
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