I can't seem to get it together lately. I took on a new motto this morning. If you don't know what do anymore, try doing something for someone else. Insight like that comes only when three joints, two adderall, and half a bar kick in and induce the sort of tranquility granted to those with a clear understanding of selflessness, an understanding that was once all too clear, then suddenly came crashing down alongside the interstate. My peril took the form a three ton S.U.V. A burst came from the back of the truck. I wasn't ready for a pop-quiz yet! And even though I am quite fond of this world's twisted game, never once did I lose my mode, until the time to came that I had to push this truck 300 ft. to a nearby parking lot. Fortunately, a young man came to our aid. Had I appreciated this relief, I would probably be sitting in a comfortable room, smoking weed, and giving foot massages. Instead I sat quietly contemplating in a broken down truck. I refrained from saying anything that would express my unease. I mean, the girl's baby broke down on the highway while driving her new friend (Me) to a comfortable location where good times were promised plentiful, at least more cerebral than being stranded. There was a moment in the car. We both sat baking in the hot sun, I'm saying absolutely nothing positive was made conscious until I considered how she was feeling.
Life's unforeseeable events can hurl a mean curve ball at you, and it's moments like these where knowledge of wisdom really soften the blow. Today, I managed to keep my mouth shut when there was nothing good to say. It's incredible how you can have the phrase "pissed off" colored on your face and still maintain a sense of calmness by simply not speaking a word of complaint or offense. Aha! I suppose my actions still coincided with the motto. Not a single word from my mouth hinted frustration, and for that the atmosphere was clear, without a trace of tension.
