So there was once this dime that totally got my attention...and perhaps I read into things too much, this is usually generally the case....but all the signs were there. A connection had been made. Very seldom does a lady imprint her essence into this guarded soul, but as fate would have it, Ahab found his white whale.
This grouper fish was the catch of the sea, and I would end up wrangling it for days like that poor bastard in The Old Man and the Sea. Just like that poor son of a bitch, I ended up coming back to shore with absolutely nothing but my whopper of a story.
I think that sometimes ladies like to drive the ever loving shit out of men. It is their way of letting us know they are the superior sex, and that we have not paid for our sins of generations of gender inequality. The feminine is very much alive and she is pissed and out for blood.
Sometimes things work out perfectly. Other times, things are so completely out of our control that it makes us throw expensive telephones against the wall out of sheer inability to deal with the mother fucker that is reality. This week was one of those times.
But, we are resilient. And I will shut the can of worms and forget about it. And if the can of worms ever comes around again, I will know to stay the fuck away.
I look forward to going to Chicago again someday. And tonight I will be dreaming of Jacksonville Florida, and how wonderful it was when I lived there a lifetime ago.
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