your life is calling: coming back

Time, time, time, see what's become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities

My time has been quite sucked up lately. The pict in the last post showing me soaking my feet in the creek is the last time i had to truly relax. During daylight hours anyway. Since then i've been swallowed up by a huge project that wasn't very rewarding and seemed to trudge all-too-slowly toward its end. But that end is pretty much here, except for a few little glitches. Life will get a little easier soon, or at least work will scoot out of the way so i can focus on the drama of life for a bit.

Speaking of which.... goddamn money, i don't really care for ya. Money is just one of those things that you have to care about, even if you don't. Even when you have it, and don't care, it's never enough because you can't make up for those who don't. Rather than tell those serious stories here, i'll relay a conversation i overheard whilst coming out of Wal-Mart, instantly reminding me why i hate that capitalist demigod and wish i had never gone back.

A young, working class couple exits the building and heads down the sidewalk towards their car. The tall skinny young man is pushing a stroller. He wears glasses, his hair is a mess, beard is scruffy, and he appears slightly agitated. The young woman is large and slightly overbearing. She's distracted and seems befuddled.

woman (curious)

How do you know Johnny Goldman?

man (annoyed)

Johnny Goldman? Cuz he was all up in our apartment and you was gonna leave me for him!

woman (matter-of-factly)

oh ya....