And work

And work is sill the thing. My word is requested, almost revered. Very strange, I've become a sage without being other than a kid from Jersey. They won't let me go, you know, and I find it hard to leave. No, wait. I find it hard to leave because of the women in the Valley. I'd leave the job in a minute with the millions I've accumulated. But the feild of action for unobserved, ummm, womanflesh keeps me here. Back to work, though.People apparently don't like to decide anything. THey hang on those who do decide. Weird. Making a decision is easy. You just do it. If it's wrong you'll get yelled at once. If you're right it seems like some mystic manna from heaven. It ain't. It's just like betting on a hand in poker. Sometimes you're right and you win. Sometimes your 3 kings get beat by a full house you could not see on the board. It's all a games, kids. And the work game is just there to get you to kissing women. Pretty much fun.

A life encapsulated

Tuesday night encapsulated my life. It was beautiful, and it was poignant, it was silly, and it was real. I was at a random hotel in a random state. Sitting outside smoking my evening pipe drinking wine I had gotten up the street. A reasonably attractive woman chatted with me about the wine, went off to get her own bottle. Came back, asked if I had an opener. "No", I said, "I got screw top, ask inside". She left. Then back. Bottle open and in hand. Shared. Started talking. Lets be clear. I talk truth, though I might not say everything. We talked. I understand people. I feel them. She melted. I mean it. What is wrong in the world when someone like me, who only listens, tries to understand, and pays attention, is instantly devotely loved? She is 52. I'm 54. Just talking, not pitching a line, not trying to get into her pants, in 2 hours she's saying "Stay here tomorrow and take me out". In two hours I kiss her as passionately as any I have, and she's crying. I'm just being real, trying to share the only thing we have, a minute in time we share. She cries. She wants me to be her man. Really. I'm not making this up. I listen, I reflect, I kiss her because she's pretty, fun, and warm. This is apparently a revelation to her and she begs me to stay one more night to be with her. I say no, I have to be in California. She cries more. I could hade stroked her breasts, taken her to my bed. I didn;t. I kissed her with the passion of the moment I felt. But no more. She felt the end as soon as the beginning had happened. She cried. And gone. In 3 hours my life repeated. It was awe inspiring, and it was sad. But I loved you for those hours Amy.