“No pitter-pattering, no scratching; nothing. The rats had abandoned ship, and in the absence of their familiar pestilence, I knew I was alone. The silence hit like a jalopy driven by a late businessmen after a three-martini lunch, careening like a mad motherfucker through Manhattan’s icy streets, unable to halt until it slammed right into me.
“My ribs went first, followed by the thick, wet slop as my lungs punctured and burst. My body broken, life’s blood expelled through pulped and mangled lips through force of impact, I figured I’d join the rats: it’s a lost cause. Time to burn my bridges and get the hell outta Dodge.”
Why? It felt right. Stream of consciousness kind of thing. Cut myself off at the knees, though, before it went too far.
Not too much to say on this end. Actually, that’s a blatant lie, but there’s little I feel like saying here, though that’s obvious given the gap between this post and the one prior. Life’s been a quagmire since December began, and it seems unlikely that I’ll be able to extricate myself prior to the resumption of work in the new year. Hell, who knows; maybe going back to work will be my life boat? Disturbing thought, that…
All said and told, however, life’s been good. Busy, hectic, and what-have-you, but good. Couple of things have happened over the past few weeks — the details of which are insignificant when compared to the effect they’ve had — that have shifted my perspective on life, giving me cause to be even more grateful for who and what I am and who and what I have in my life.
Now, if you’d excuse me, I’ve a lot of living left to do in the little that remains in this year of 2004. Take care, everyone… I’ll be back, soon.
I’m interested in the details of these things. Any chance I could pry them out of you?