We all have to pay the piper in the end. It's inevitable. For instance, I stayed out a little later than I should have last night, so I'm TIRED now. I had a couple beers with the girls, and even saw that cute skinny boy that doesn't have a nickname. I need to work on that.
Maybe I'll just call him cute skinny boy. He certainly has the flattest tummy I've ever seen. I mean it's like KANSAS!
Growing up Catholic taught me all about the concept of penance, and what a purifying effect it has on the soul. For me, the concept is simple, and downright karmic. You fuck up, you pay for it. You don't feed the parking meter, you get a $12 love note from the City of Naptown. You don't show up at work, you get canned. You take it up the butt with out a rubber, you get the clap. It's really very simple.
penance is humbling by it's nature. Of course it's irritating when you begin the process, because you're mad at the various elements that placed you into this bad situation. someone narcing on you, then eventually kicking yourself for placing yourself in the path of badness. That's the goal, ultimately. You realize that it was YOU that screwed up, and you'll do a little thinking about what YOU will do to not deviate in the future.
This is a short post, and one that's a bit overdue. I'll write of adventures recently in more detail later, but now, sleep beckons.
Coming soon:
- An adventure with Peron
- The dangers of swapping spit
- Yo, Vito!
Be well, my friends, including those I have yet to meet.
2 comments:
Aaahh How nice! It's official now. Of course we'll see how things are when I am 40---Toto, I don't think we are in KANSAS anymore!
Tough-one....
The answer to your question will come shortly. I'll tell you all about my Cat-Lick upbringing in a bit.
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