Semi-Daily Scribbles

Melancholy wrapped in euphoria disguised as attention deficit disorder. Add a side of bacon and Bill was the Full Meal Deal. He'd done a lot of bouncing around in his day, but now he was so very weary of beginnings. Too much newness wears away at a body. There has to be some sense of permanence, some little toehold that stabilizes a wandering spirit. Bill needed a rock solid reason to take a whack at another day. Something in which his shriveled brain could find nourishment. All of his endeavors to date were like soap bubbles; easily punctured with the tines of a plastic fork, destined to disappear into Total Nothingness. Bad enough Bill had to scrape the best parts of his personality up off the bathroom floor every morning. The time was ripe for Bill to set aside his restlessness and find a nice, comfortable yoke to keep him steady on the tightrope.