All Alone

Last night I was working in a trailer. One of those trailers that people live in and it resembled the trailer that I grew up in. There was this girl that I had a crush on. I was jealous that she was apparently dating another co worker. This guy was hansom and apparently did not have the hangup that I had in making moves on a beautiful girl.

We maintained a friendly relationship and I made excuses to do work in ways that would provide me maximum exposure to her. I really liked her and when I had a chance we talked a lot.

On time she actually started to tell me that she really did not like this other co worker in the way I thought. They were not dating. She made it known to me that she was interested in me.

I thought to myself that she said that to all men and she was just wanting to use me.

I woke up all alone and now I know why.

Buffalo

Last night i was hanging out at an old cabin with buffalo all around. There was this one buffalo i was bonding with. Everything I tried to do the buffalo tried to do.

I was also scared of this beast. I wanted a place i could go in case this big animal decided to turn on me and hurt me.

I started experimenting with jumping up on the cabins deck. it was a narrow shelf about ten feet off the ground. Wouldn't you know it the old beast jumped up on it too but quickly jumped back off. There is no where you can go to hide from your big issues. One day you will be gone and there is no use being afraid every day that the big one will come.

Chris The Chef

One of my highlights in living in the North Country of New York for 13 years racing mountain bikes was my friendship with a guy named Chris. But distance and time have separated my friend and I until last night.

I was part of a group that kidnapped the space shuttle. we snuck into the craft while it was on display in a small western town.

We took off and learned to fly as we went along. It was great fun but soon we were talked down by authorities and given a opportunity to not get arrested if we just returned the space craft unharmed. So I did.

We were kind of celebrities in this small town and everywhere we went we were offered places to live and work. I got a job in the basement of a cafe entertaining the employees. Soon though this gig turned into a real job and I considered moving on once more.

Then I was told that an old friend of mine was the cook at this establishment. It was Chris. I went upstairs to visit and sure enough it was him.

The rest of the night I visited with him and took orders from the staff. In the end I was not really a celebrity but a slave with my only claim to fame being that I knew the chef.