The Last Thursday of my 36th Year:I worked my day as usual with clock management
Rush, hurry up rush, “I’m not gonna make it” sung to the tune of Twisted Sister
Talked across cables to my Pops and remembered earlier in the day he refuses to stand in lines that are too big
“I spent enough time in the Army in line”
Life out west is all about lines and queues and ones and zeroes
My life is a no huddle offense
And I am no Peyton Manning in this huddle
Bonus Drivel as I did not make my self imposed dead line that no one in the universe cares about but me:
Freds:
My fielding is more Freddy Fender
Than Freddy Sanchez
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