the fool’s back pocket…

No rest for the wicked, that much is known.  Without going into the audacious details of this illustrious weekend, it would suffice to try and recall the minutiae that slips away in a fog bank that rolled in early Saturday and has only recently moved on to other parts.  Before it returns, and it will return, I should note that sometimes, movement is the greatest drug ever invented.  Getting out of this hideous hole, especially after the Friday disappointments, was the best idea I’ve had since building the perfect sandwich.  While much of that is due to artificial constraints and my own remarkable timing, this weekend brought back a glimpse of the great times to be found amongst the lowly, in both of the happy little towns and communities to be found on Virginia’s highways.  Again, there is not a single problem that can’t be solved with the correct application of asphalt and mile markers. 

As for the assembly of zombie-children, it boggles the mind that the overall plus/minus is so off balance, what with the latest technology and gadgets working toward achieving balance.  Now, the space between ideas is invisible, but the links between said ideas are long, curved, and securely attached to the duplicitous theories of uninformed neophytes all desperate to kiss my ass or lick my flip-flop in a self-defeating attempt to catch my eye.  I am under the impression that they mean well, but truth is, I just don’t care about it anymore.  Ah, we are many with our vagaries and encumbered nature, our dark eyes and devilish smiles.  Crazy doesn’t really begin to describe this current incarnation of my own design, but it is a good start.  You can go anywhere with that sort of tag, and while waiting for my hair to lengthen, the discovery of expensive product driven  ideologes is matched by the heart warming development of easy walking and calm seas.  Like the man says, it ain’t what you find, it’s where you find it that matters.  All hail the boy with the skylined brains.  He’s so cute!