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The moon is following me. Not a bad stalker I suppose. At least she keeps her distance. At least her presence is pleasant. She glows. She comes & goes through the clouds, the sprinting trees, the morning mist. I’ll miss her in a few minutes, when the Saturday sun rises. Looking out through the view I’ve grown used to, the pale blue hue through a tinted car window, I smile when I see my reflection passing by a dark block of buildings or sliding under an overpass. I still laugh at all the success & the continuous misadventure. I can’t believe we haven’t stopped. The sad moon has been tailing us all along. I think it’s time I pull over & recognize her & thank her for keeping the roadways safe for me throughout my entire life as well as for those before me. A ladybug has just landed on my phone. Aren’t they considered lucky if they land on you? How about at 5:07 in the morning? Does that up my luck? There she goes just walking around the edges of things, enjoying the brink ...

I wrote like this ten page run-on sentence that I had planned to post as my first journal entry back on the scene. It was "awesome". But after re-reading it a day later, I pondered the idea of not posting it, mainly since it was poorly constructed, & would have been a tremendous waste of your time. Other words for tremendous that could be considered are marvelous, remarkable, wondrous, sensational, & out of this world. Even though out of this world is a group of words, it still fits & means the same thing. Anyway, I have now finally agreed with myself to leave the past post behind & save it for one of those lost letters kind of books that’ll be published when I’m 90 or dead, whichever comes first. Please do not think that’s morbid or selfdeprecating in any way. That’s called strategy. I’m so good like that. I’m looking out for my grandkids already. They’ll need cash in the estate by then since they’ll be so wild & famous only because they’re celebrities. I...

When I’m not busy playing football it seems the only exercise I’ve gotten in the last few weeks has been practicing judo in parks and/or huffing in & out of pit stops where I work out my hand-eye coordination on the wicked claw machine. You know the one worth a dollar a try & the object is to direct the grappling hook over one of the millions of prizes in the glass-enclosed tank of fun? If you didn’t know, claw machines are rigged. They’re programmed to reduce their grip strength until they pass the designated threshold level. Long story short, the grip strength of the claw works automatically. It can be coded to only send full strength to the claw after maybe every $20 the machine has earned. & then it resets its counter. The cycle continues. Before it meets its quota, it’ll only allow infrequent full-strength grips. Y’know to deceive fools into thinking they had a chance or the next one might be it. So no, it’s not all in the wrist, Spongebob Squarepants! Likewise for the...

I met the woman of my dreams a few days ago. Nope, she's not the same woman I mentioned in my last post, whom I kept meeting in my dreams. Since we're on the subject, i feel I need to announce, she hasn't been appearing in my dreams in these past few weeks. & that's a good thing. I came to the conclusion she's not "the one." "The one" wouldn't be an asshole to me. I mean that's a reasonable assumption. Back to meeting the woman of my dreams. Please don't get confused. I can’t help but admit, I thought about her all night on the bus ride back home. I meet lots of people, but rarely does one leave me smitten. It hasn’t happened in quite a while. It’s probably because she only spoke French & we couldn’t communicate. We didn’t seem to mind. We sat comfortably quiet for what felt like hours, even though it was only a few seconds. I left the bench that night hurting so badly, wishing she didn’t have to leave. I never did get to know...

Do you ever dream about sleeping? Well, if you did you'd be dead. I've been trying my utmost best to keep her in the past. I've kept contact & interaction to a minimal, but it's undeniable really. Here's why. I have a natural aptitude for failure! Kidding. I mean that is true, but it's not the reason. I keep dreaming of her! Just like a phone that constantly rings, she enters my dreams just to jangle my nerves. I don't understand why this is suddenly happening though. It's only recently that this sequence started, & just when I had decided to divest myself of any relations to her. I have always had an ardent interest in dream interpretation & how they work. I did read a number of books & a few papers on this particular subject, fortuitously, a couple of years ago but that doesn't mean I'm a dream expert. I'm far from it. Compared to the dream master, Sigmund Freud, who spent most of his life studying each & every aspect of...