19 Days
Zany characters! Numbers? All around us! Golden spiral? I see it but most of the time, it’s a feeling!
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Celebrating The Funeral
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When the stream of changing days
Turns around in so many ways
Then the pilot of the mind must find the right direction
We’re outside at what’s she calls a restaurant with a “baja infused approach to modern American food” and so, checking the menu I see things like “honey shrimp rubbed in olive oil place on top of fire roasted gemelli.” Still studying it while she watches me I have resist the temptation to look at her and say, “shrimp macaroni, they’re serving shrimp macaroni?” The weather is crisp. The goosebumps on my arm hint that I’m not getting enough Iron.
But she’s sitting across from me wearing a pine green sweater dress with a deep v in the back and the exposed skin snaked with blonde hair makes me forget the atrocities found on the menu and my temporary deficiency. Shrimp macaroni. I am disgusting. Shrimp macaroni? I’m grateful I had a handful of raw liver before coming but if I were cut from a different cloth I’d get on yelp and really let it out, put all my distaste out there for 42 year old women to see and subconsciously agree with. Burn this place to the ground.
“Whoa, those are a throwback!”
The voice is energetic. Like it’s genuinely shocked by something it’s stumbled upon out here in the baja infused modern American restaurant and now I’m hoping to ride some of that wave, get fed off the surprise too!
Shrimp macaroni…Wow… anything to get my mind off shrimp macaroni… Please God.
“What, what is it?” and I say this while turning towards the direction of the voice, my eyes meeting an enthusiastic looking middle aged man with rosy cheeks and a beard.
“The parliaments.” He’s pointing to the pack sitting on the table. “Haven’t smoked them in years, do they still come with the ends open?”
I open them to show and his mouth drops on the floor in a relatable moment of jest. A good guy it seems. “Man! I was into some bad stuff. Lowest I remember getting was packing some cocaine in the end of one of those, accidentally dropping it on the bathroom floor of a bar and bending down to get it off the ground, then proceeding to snort it despite this.”
I’m looking straight at him and feeling: a fellow madman, but thinking of the woman across me and how, maybe, just maybe, this isn’t the kind of conversation you should have infront of woman of pure nature.
“Come smoke one with me.” and he does, out of politeness or intrigue he walks with me to the sidewalk and begins to tell me his life story. This is where many truths come up. A cig break with a stranger. There is odd understanding that this is temporary. That what you say won’t be held against you in court because it’s likely you’ll never see that person again.
Dive bars are full of this feeling too. Hemingway said the best way to get to know a cities’ culture was visit it’s bars. But he was an alcoholic and it seems bias. Still, truths to his sentiment. Zany characters that drop Truths and leave.
“I’m a consultant. Many of the companies you would know. Home Depot, Harris Teeter, Planet Fitness” and my ears perk up at the last one but I’m keeping my cool… and he continues, “my specialty is optimization and efficiency. I see the world in numbers.”
He did that thing that humans do at their best. Drop a thought, or an idea, that plants itself in your mind like a seed, festers there with time until sprouts.
And for days this sentence was stuck to me like sap. Sticky and unable to escape. “I see the world in numbers.” So decisive and certain of his perspective. Do I do that?
I never think in numbers.
It’s always emotions.
I always do what I feel.
Does ambition scream or whisper? Whatever She does, I hear her clearly.
I never think in numbers but
I wake up at 8:19am every morning
I watch the fan rotate 7 full spins.
20 deep inhales, 20 deep exhales every morning.
I fall on the floor for 60 pushups.
I wait exactly 90minutes for coffee.
I read 5,000 words a day.
I write 2,500 words a day.
I read 5 verses from the Bible a day.
9:49 I have coffee.
20 minutes later another 6oz.
I eat 3,200 calories a day.
I burn off 500 running on the elliptical with a 4 foot incline and 13 degree resistance.
I opt for this over a treadmill because it widens my thighs in the 5inch inseams by 1/8 of an inch.
Another 600 calories gone surfing.
The waves crest folds at a 23 degree angle to the right. I have to begin standing at 83% of the complete break.
I lift compounding exercises in 12s every day.
3 sets. 12 reps. 7 exercises.
252 reps.
150 Russian twist. 75 per side with a 25lb kettlebell.
I sit in the sauna for 17 minutes.
I never think in numbers.
It takes 4 minutes to get home this way.
It takes 6 minutes to get home that way. The view is better though.
My parliaments are $8.23 or $9.02 depending which route above is chosen.
I inhale each cigarette 27 times. Everytime.
My girl is an 8.5. According to a friend. I don’t think in numbers.
Unless she’s been eating poorly.
Then there’s a 2% increase in internal inflammation and the puffiness detracts.
Now she’s an 8.1 and tomorrow we’re laying on her rug to do 50 sit ups a piece.
I never blink more than 5 times in one minutes.
I never think in numbers.
What’s something good that happened this week? Be cool man… be cool… the feds are watching.
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