Friday at night time

I am in a weird mood but in a message I am receiving from the past I am telling myself not worry about anything.  At the same time I am also telling every other person in the world not to worry about anything and to take solace in the fact at least they are not me.  I quite audibly laugh out loud as I tell everyone this.  At that exact moment I also remember the very first time I ever became acquainted with the phrase “lol”: a gal named Christina wrote it in a yearbook of mine after a reflecting on a mutual humorous anecdote.  I had to ask around to figure out what it meant.  A few years later she would sign another one of my yearbooks but never finish the message.  I saw her a further few years later while at a jewelry store (either Fred Meyer Jewelry or Zales, I cannot recall which).  I was pretending to look for an engagement for a fiancee I did not have and she was searching for a gift for her sister.  We spoke for a few minutes and I learned that she was married and working at a fast food restaurant.  We shook hands and parted ways in an amiable fashion.  I have not seen her since this encounter.  However I can remember clearly that before the jewelry store meeting and in between the two yearbook signings thinking that she looked quite good in a denim skirt.  Years later in a completely unrelated set of circumstances I would come to realize that the album Load by Metallica is highly, dare I say criminally, underrated.  Think about that last statement.  I’m essentially saying that anyone who underrates that particular album is committing a criminal act and should be brought to justice accordingly.  I love the English language so much that I frequently find myself wishing it could be turned into a cunning, ruthless person who would savagely murder me for being inadequate on almost every fundamental level.
 

I want pizza but I am not pizza.  I am not delicious or saucy nor do I come in a box though hopefully soon I will be buried in one.  During college I once gave a presentation on Papa John’s Pizza that received a standing ovation.  It was probably the greatest moment of my life.  Amongst the attendees was a charming, beautiful woman with the last name of Gamble.  Despite my yearning I never had the guts to take the gamble of asking her out. 

At some point while driving the other day I had to come to a halt for a stop sign.  There was a large white delivery truck coming from my left whose driver did not have a stop sign.  He was traveling roughly 55 miles an hour.  I considered unbuckling my seatbelt and then slamming on the accelerator in the hopes of interfering with the truck’s trajectory at just the right moment.  I imagined my head slamming against the window with such force that my brain was rocked back and forth inside my skull, banging off the graffiti covered inner walls of my cranium until its lights were permanently dimmed.  I saw my blood splashing across cracked windows and heard the symphony of twisting metal and splintering bones.  What stopped my right foot from slamming down on the gas pedal was the thought of what guilt the oncoming driver would experience due to my selfish decision as well as the uncertainty over whether the impact would be enough for a finishing move.  I think what also may have stopped me was the fact that I still listen to David Bowie’s new album every single day as it is a captivating work of art and I still hold out hope that he may one day tour again.  Plus, I still need to watch Man Of Steel which is less than two weeks away.  I have been waiting over 25 years for that film and though my excitement and anticipation could scarcely be higher there is a grim and insistent part of me that believes it will be a disappointment.  Big Hollywood has not offered much in the way of greatness as of late.  Perhaps I have lost my ability to have hope when it comes to these types of films.  Where have our heroes gone? 

I should clarify again that I do believe it is only a select few trials that should be closed off and there are other ways to alleviate the possible prejudice or dangers.  When there is a clear and present danger to a fair trial, certain actions such as a gag order should be permitted (Tedford, 244).  Though in other cases there are other helpful things to get around any prejudice on the part of the jury.  Changing the date of trial or its location is a good suggestion because it gives people time to forget about the details of the case and to look at things in a more impartial light.  Though I do believe this particular suggestion is still a bit problematic because it is difficult to determine exactly how much time one would need in order to regain their degree of impartiality.  Also, while the practice of using prior restraint on members of the press may be controversial, the use of it on trial participants, such as legal counsel, is more accepted (Tedford, 244).  What I naïve young fool I was.  And what I naïve old fool I have become.  If I ever meet my younger self in a darkened alley I will snuff him out in the hopes of extinguishing my current existence. 

The words “senior ballroom” keeps echoing in my brain.  It is a haunting refrain and I cannot figure out their deeper meaning.  I think this is a place I went to years ago but I am unable to recall why I deemed it impactful.   USA TODAY is my favorite national newspaper but there is no bias here because the November 18, 2008 edition does not feature one of their best front pages. The first thing that caught my eye about the front page of the Spokesman-Review for November was how much white space there was. 

I like to wear my robe around my duplex and pretend that I am Neo from the Matrix.