Bear Grylls, in yet another dangerous situation, out there, survivin’ in the wilderness, out in the middle of nowhere, yep, survivin’, because he’s a survivalist.
Meh, or, The Funk
I’ve been in a funk lately and I can’t seem to shake it. I have little motivation to write these days. Seems all I feel like doing is fishing–and I can’t do that as often as I like and so the funk ensues.
I think I need a vacation.
Bricka bracka firecracker sis boom bah! Bugs Bunny!Bugs Bunny! Bugs Bunny! RAH RAH RAH!
Tracker Zee
Yesterday I ran out of gas in the Costco parking lot. I had to push my car the last 100 yards to the gas pumps.
Last night after work I merged onto the freeway and set my cruise control for 70 mph. I didn’t have to use my brakes once until the off-ramp in Vacaville.
I sat next to the window in a nameless coffee shop, back in the corner. On the other side of the room, around the coffee bar, I could hear people laughing.
Leaves fell from the tallest tree in the yard.
He sat, unmoving, staring intently at his iPhone, gesturing away…