Inspiration Again

When I was a young man, like in the days of whale oil lights and parchment, my friends and I would fantasize about the day when our people would rule this country. We would be enlightened. We would seek peace. We would commune with the earth.

Fast forward to Frank's side tracking.

Yeah, it happened. I aspired to own THINGS. My car, my stereo, my walkman, my bicycle, my fly-rod, my every damned thing I owned had to be the best and coolest and most illusive on earth. I wanted material wealth. I wanted sensual wealth. I wanted respect. I wanted the cool.

I got some of it.

Then I got something else. A slapdown from the one woman that could slap me down.

Fast forward to Frank's LIFECHANGE.

Self-Help is the key to salvation. I know this because I actually did it. I helped myself. I read all the books. I did all the exercises, I did all the work. I rooted out the demons of my self-centered soul and vanquished the vile ego. I wrote the journals, walked the walk and ate the placenta. I had a rebirth experience where I gave birth to my new self and I was me. Again. But better. Or at least different.

Fast forward to now.

NOW. Now,now. I am remembering the fantasy we used to have as pot-smoking hipster-wannabe adolescents. You know, the one where our people ruled. Guess what.

I. THINK. IT'S. HAPPENING.

OMFG

I'm 52 and I'm gonna get my wish.

Life is good.



"Be good in your lifetime." Drew Breckenridge

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