Had a great night Tuesday at a tucked away spot called “The Parlour” in Phoenix, AZ, kicking back, talking wine with one of the bar staff, and indulging within a 2000 Barolo that was one the best glasses of wine i have had since my first ” Cote Rotie” experience last month. 45 mintues later, in walks a dear friend and we begin chatting about Life, the Future, Fucking and mental illness.
The last several days; ( Actually the last several years) I have felt like i have been in a rut and am I in the process of rellocating to try and CHANGE things for the best or worst; ( In STEPS FEAR) That fucker of a feeling, deabilitating, first person psychological gibberish that breaks the human spirit along with all of its beautiful dreams.
My dear friend and i begin to discuss visualization and how you become what you “See” . A man prays to my right, loneliness to my left, and the words ” What if?” resonate briefly through my twisted numb mind from an unknown source.
An outrageous movie ” The other guys” with Will Ferrel and Mark Wahlberg while sipping some overly sweet Black Cherry Lambic, then a tad of sleep until the English Bulldog; ( Portly fucker he is) enters the room at 5 AM. FUCKING DOOMSDAY. Well, at least the beginning of a new day. http://bit.ly/hk8WLh