by Tomorrow's Man
"The best part of flying apart is coming unglued when there's not much cohesion anyway," though I don't believe everything a spider tells me just because it's ice skating up a giraffe's throat, and neither should you.
I have distended myself by taken gulping mouthfuls of the beautiful sky that enveloped today;
Tonight I plan to sit alone in my room, where I will fart out a stellar new universe based on this single glorious day.
Watch Baseball Literally
Now I know what's wrong with my back -- it must have been that jam job in the left hole.
Violence, wires, sticky floors and walls the color of diseased chocolate. This is this bright, shiny day.
9:42 AM, and Monday morning has flowered into a full-blown bar fight.
What I Think About Having a Sinus Infection During the Summer
It's like there's a party in my sputum and everyone's got the trots.
Road Notes, Boston, Logan Int'l Airport
1:05 P.M.: Final Boarding Call
The man seated next to me is the very doppelganger of the actor who plays Hugo on the TV show "Lost."
I am much less discomfited by his suffocating girth than I am by the fact that even after staring for quite a while, there is no question he is the actor who plays Hugo on the TV show "Lost."
I couldn't have met him at a luau?
Road Notes: Cambridge, MA.
4:44AM
I've got Fight Club playing on my phone as the rain falls around me and the sun struggles aloft.
My first night back in the city, and I manage to miss the last train home.
I think this must be Cambridge's way of reminding me it's forever my bosom.
Road Notes, Boston
12:32AM, 7/5
I miss having to call someone when I arrive.
I miss someone caring if my plane crashed.
I miss someone missing me.
Road Notes, Boston (Logan International Airport)
Circa 1:17 PM EDT
I could smell the Atlantic-salted air fifty miles west and seven miles above Boston. We came in over my houses, five of them that I lived in during my torrid years. We touched down, and my hearts leapt free, splashing into the sea.
The sea smells the same and greets me the same though I've changed.
You just might be able to come home again, if you've returned a new human.
Road Notes, Milwaukee (Gen Mitchell International Airport)
8:31 - 8:57 A.M.
Q: Who is the last person on the planet you want to find the very cool 4" curved pocket knife shaped like an eagle's feather that you lost several months ago on your birthday?
A: The ATA Agent who has been rooting through your bag for the last 20 minutes frustrated with the fact that "something sharp" keeps showing up on the x-ray despite the fact that he has taken almost everything out of it.
B: The second ATA Agent, a woman, who comes over and finally takes out the last obvious item in the bag - a box of foil-wrapped Magnum condoms - and exasperatedly carries them back to the x-ray a la carte, obviously unimpressed with the fact that they're Magnums.
C: The third ATA Agent, who finally takes out his own knife, and with a few careful slashes (so as not to ruin the bag) frees the pocket knife from where it had been trapped and lost in a seam months before.
D: The crowd of travelers gathered in the security checkpoint who, when the knife clattered loudly to the aluminum table, let out a collective gasp nearly identical to those of the aghast citizens of Springfield.
If you said "All of the Above," you'd be ashamed of myself. I still think they could have given back the condoms.