Crumbling Apart

I was going to blog about a kickboxing tournament I went to in Vegas, but that is for another day. I am in a minor funk. It began with the New Orleans shit. Then, I had a six course meal at a Moroccan restaurant Saturday where every course was terrible. Even the "mint tea" course. How do you fuck up mint tea? You put some mint in the tea. They found a way.

I am growing a beard. After a clean-shaven, aerodynamic summer, I am ready for some fur. Its at that itchy, patchy stage where people either run from me or throw me change. Against my will, I am now wont to philosophize about inane topics and start sentences with, "Hey, man..." E.g., "Hey, man, if we are here, what is here?" It's annoying. The beard is itchy now. Goddammit.

Things shitty in a utterly superficial, narcissistic way. Still tolerable. Then, Gilligan dies! He was a hero to knuckleheads -- like me -- around the world. If my current life is an island, I keep finding bone-headed ways to stay stuck on it too.

Sigh.