Something out of the ordinary.

Well, coming from my fingers, that's not really possible.

But I was enamoured by the words of some songwriters recently. And it got me thinking about an old page of mine. Scroll down to the 14th of January here:

http://dogstarman.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_dogstarman_archive.html

Lots of good things in there. Lots of pain. Lots of growth. Lots that I look back on and cannot believe I was stuck in. I have almost surrendered to the notion that I will indeed be alone for a long, long time. The past 2 years have seen some amazing leaps and bounds in my own self. Read some of the posts here if you don't believe. I still haven't talked to the evil that once called himself my brother. I have no reason. I adore his son, though. Andrew should be given the chances so many of us were not.

MY world is a wonderful place. It took me all of my years to find that out. But I love where I am. Should I include someone? Yes, most definitely. But the best people I have ever had in my life are the accidents. The classmates. The bar friends. The co-workers. The i-friends. Not the people I found when I was looking for someone.

So I was sitting at the bar, getting a little drunk on. With a very dear, very terrific friend, Biff. We usually dream up outlandish bets to lose to each other. So he wanted to find a bet that I could lose that would make me carve a bowling ball out of a pumpkin and bowl in the middle of the street with it. Heck, that sounded like a lot fun. So I volunteered anyway. You see, in addition to deciding to drink there tonight I was also invited to help decorate for Halloween. So there were various and sundry pumpkins to choose from. So I did. And Biff and I walked outside. Followed by some regulars and most of the staff. Biff and I do this a lot there. We make a scene. But a fun one, not a dangerous or scary one.

So there I am. Tipsy. Standing in front of my favorite Irsih pub at 9 PM with a carved bowling pumpkin in my right hand. I am sure it looked odd. This badass-looking guy essentially palming a 15 pound pumpkin in the middle of an almost-busy street. And as I was getting ready to saunter up to the imaginary line in the street, who drives up...sees me...laughs and parks? The ex from almost exactly a year ago. Laura. She looked so...content. I am really glad for her. It brings a little peace to my heart to see her. I really care about her. Mostly because I wish her so much good in life. She has been really screwed before. So that was truly a nice touch to the night.

We scored ourselves by what kind of cars the punkin rolled under, as well as how far the damn thing went. We played two rounds. And we all had fun. And all is good in the world. A little "holiday bacchanalia". Major bonus points go to those who can tell me what movie that quote is from. I pledge my eternal respect and devotion to you.

OK. I am off to bed. Time to get all...you know. And crawl under the covers with the only things in this world that choose to call me a bedtime companion. But all will work out in this world. It has no choice. My life is as good as it is because that is all that everyone else can spare for me right now. When things work out, someone will find their way into my life. I have that much faith. And until then, I wish you all peaceful dreams and restful slumber.

Goodnight all you patient souls.

-Rich