Calling Shots

n a short span of time that I am awake, I string together all these waking moments into an endless tapestry of colorful misadventures… albeit at times it may seem monotonous simply because I am stuck in the moment. But there are times that that moment can be very defining. I think what’s wonderful about the whole thing is that I have so much to learn: not only from experiences, but also from sharing them with others. Needless to say, I’ve had an interesting life ranging from secrets being uncovered for the first time to being turned into a ‘risk addict.’ Very interesting I must say, although I get quite uncomfortable when the topic is a material possession… I just don’t want people to get the wrong impression.

Being idle gets me really uptight. I need to be moving, thinking about new things, accomplishing tasks. Sitting pretty for an extended period of time just scares me -- I feel like I’m letting my youth pass me by. Inside me burns the insatiable desire to figuratively dirty my fingernails, scratch and bruise my ego, but collectively assert through random experiences that yes, I am alive, that I am not stupid, that I can be of resource to the world. I remedy this restlessness by working hard when I can, but drinking more when humanly possible. (hahahaha!!!)

All I really need right now is someone whom I can talk to, and share this lifetime with. People with open doors, open minds, and open souls. There is a huge sea of people, but all I’ll be asking for is a couple of cocktails and cigarettes, some dancing skills (maybe) and a very good conversation…

Tonight, I’m calling the shots!