Sunday, August 19, 2012

therapy

sometimes i wonder what my life was supposed to be like (courtesy of this anchor's vivid imagination) rather than how it's playing out in real time. i say this only cause as of late i have had such feelings that only get stronger and stronger that this anchor is going in the opposite direction (like a ship at sea during a storm with the captain or gilligan at the helm) of what he set out to be. according to my vivid imagination, i should be a bachelor and kid free (with the exception of friends and nieces/nephews). my hair would long beautiful golden locks that flows in the breeze, and would be at a minimum of at least to the shoulder if not a bit longer. of course i wouldn't be able to wear shirts cause with my muscles there isn't enough fabric to make a shirt to cover them up. i would be a top indie filmmaker with the likes of smith, tarantino, the coen brothers, anderson, jonez, and holt hamilton. i would live a life much like vincent chase on entourage (prior to seasons 7-8). i would get mistaken all the time for brad pitt or a male model. my athleticism would rival that the self proclaimed ultimate athlete bolt usin (sic). of course i would also be a touring muscian playing with the greats like the ghost gamblers, the newton gang, maynard and the musties, and superspy. now back to the reality, cause like ben stiller found out reality bites! at least he was fortune it enuff to find out on a great 90's movie (with a killer soundtrack). now of days this anchor has a hard time wearing a shirt, but its not cause of lack of fabric for my muscles but my gut and grimace figure (minus the purple). my beloved bachelor days long since past (11 years and counting) which now includes a couple rug rats. i've been fortune it enuff to be a small character in several friends small indie films, but have not directed one of my own (unless you count my music video for film editing class at community college). the long flowing hairs have to turned into stubble the likes walter white had prior to taking a razor and shaving it off after going through chemo. my athleticism goes without saying when you read about a lack of fabric to clothe me. the fact that i don't own or never have owned an instrument, and or taken any lessons pretty lets you know as one of 2 blog readers for this blog that playing with the big timers like the groups mentioned above is def out of the question. they only accept the best to play with them like yale & oxford. i'm sure the 2 people reading this are by now wondering why i haven't used the 2nd amendment rights on myself or made use of the hog rope in my garage,  and the reason i haven't is.............

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