This poem by Derrick Brown struck me solid today. Not that I’m depressed, but that I’m not. I’d cheerily add “before I started running” to the list.
wait until
a year from now
where you say,
“Holy fuck,
I can’t believe I was going to kill myself before I etcetera’d…
before I went skinny dipping in Tennessee,
made my own IPA,
tried out for a game show,
rode a camel drunk,
skydived alone,
learned to waltz with clumsy old people,
photographed electric jellyfish,
built a sailboat from trash,
taught someone how to read,
etc. etc. etc.”
The red washing
down the bathtub
can’t change the color of the sea
at all.
by Derrick C. Brown
Money is tight for the Gray family, as it is for a great many families right now. I wanted to find a way to cut the monthly bills down to a minimum. I’m also a geek with a huge appetite for tinkering and doing things myself. So in a move that satisfies both desires we’ve finally made the move to cut the cable… cable TV, that is. Here’s how it went down: