Life 'n shit...

There are times when it all comes together and you see a purpose beyond the purpose that you’ve seen. I sat outside tonight looking at the traced crescent moon and the spreading contrails, the taste of barbecued ribs still on my lips and thinking how tasty those barbecue ribs were, listening to Luna's bell as she chased a fly a big smile on her catty cat face... and then it hit me again - fuck, isn't life great!

Now don’t get me wrong. I realise that an earthquake or a threatening phone call from the police can change this all at the drop of a hat - and I’ve experienced both in the last few weeks so I know what I’m talking about - but there was a moment tonight when I was almost ‘at one’.

Quite what almost ‘at one’ is I’ve yet to work out, but I suspect that it was probably with myself and if that is the case then it won’t last so I better grasp it while I can. 

Or maybe it will.

What was it an old friend facebooked me a couple of days ago when I asked the question ‘If I wasn’t me who else would I be?’ Oh yes, he replied: “Quentin Crisp, Salvador Dali, Dylan Thomas...I think there's a part of them already in you...not a bad start!”

Not a bad start indeed, but perhaps a bad finish, who knows?

“When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.” 

“My mother protected me from the world and my father threatened me with it.”

“There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.”

All true, all so very true but not for now. Just which who said what I’ll leave you to ponder. Anyway, who really needs thirty pieces of dirty tongue-licked silver anyway?

So tonight it hit me again… fuck, isn't life great! And each day it seems to become more true, at least at the minute. That is more than he’ll ever have.