I’m not in a funk per se. I’m just pretty much lost in my mind. Lots of stuff rumbling around in there especially after certain events and meetings of this past weekend. I feel like an insight I had been wondering about was finally opened up to me. I got a glimpse of what can be, should be, and will be.
The one thing I haven’t quite come to grips with yet: all my volunteering and freelance work. A part of me desperately wants to drop it all while another part of me says to just take it easy. We’ll see what happens.
In the meantime, for those who’re enjoying, here’s a little ditty I wrote up last night on the train:
[The Bellhop – August 9, 2004]
Last night I saw a Bellhop walking two bulldogs. I stopped and asked him how he felt to be a lackey to the wealthy and if it wasn’t already bad enough that he had to hold open their doors and carry their luggage.
He smiled proudly and told me that not only would he get fifty dollars a dog just to watch them take a dump, but that afterwards there would be an even bigger tip. Later, the dogs would get to watch him as he nailed their mistress over a couch.
He puffed out his chest stating how great of a reputation he had and the amount of action he got. I knew he was hiding the fact that while he pounded away to his heart’s content, there was probably someone pounding away at him, too. It’s funny what gets left out of some stories.
I listened intently, trying not to laugh as one dog whizzed on his shoes. I congratulated him on having such a “great” job and left, sadly shaking my head, trying not to feel sorry for him.
For a Bellhop, he made a really cheap prostitute; and the poor sucker didn’t even realize it.
[(c) Mike Aragona]
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