I admit it, I never liked April Wine, that is the band. I put them in the category of 38 special and Billy Squier. Forgettable 80’s stuff-I just like the rhyme-09 April Wine. Actually I am quite sober right know and I have been enjoying sobriety these days. Still, an occasional leap off the wagon still seems a neccessity for what is life without a party-the party could symbolize anything-to me it symbolizes the absolute liberation of my consciousness which has been enslaved and trapped inside a black iron thought prison.
I am relogging into the blog for the first time in quite awhile. I am sitting here at work, staring out into the Excel Energy parking lot that is directly across from our little office/shop which is on the west side in the industrial part of townj-Vatoland for sure. It is 3:00 O’clock on a Friday afternoon & the air in Denver is hazy and warm. My life has been fairly comfortable since I last logged in-slight ups and downs. It was a winter of my petty discontent but the winter is thawed and with spring a strange new optimism and detachment. Perhaps this is an epiphany? I know not….
Presently I am listening to the Old Skool rap channel on xm radio’s website. they have Ton Loc very heavy in the rotation today. His voice was the soundtrack for ten thousand frat parties in the late 80’s-songs like Wild Thang and Funky Cold Medina. He didn’t have a rapid fire delivery or any tricky rhymes, he just flowed like he had just smoked a blunt and drank a big bottle of Malt liquor. This is great stuff for a friday afternoon.
I am just getting the cobwebs off the keyboard so to speak-getting back in that writing mode. I feel the muse pulling me in several directions. Another spring and spring fever has hit. I feel like putting on a propellor hat and going skateboarding instead of sitting here working. While, I am a trustee and the invoicing is here-work for a cloudy Friday afternoon. Presently I am working for a Property Management company and starting to get the dust off my eBay business. The next foray is eBay motors. This summer will be busy but it is time to write again and return to the blogging world. The muse calls, the winged one strums the harp, like Icarus my wings are melting, melting like a bug in the bug zapper; must return to the hive, must get back to work, a good drone., a dieau.
Baby steps, baby steps…….
