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It was the kind of day you step in front of traffic, then dare fate to fold you up in newspaper headlines.  

Oh dreams came true alright, but you should have dreamed about not being a foolhardy dreamer; who can know these things. Maybe better instincts the next go-round. 

Your mind is an ashtray full of stumped out intentions, it’s overflowing and starting to look like a barrel cactus.  And you’re in just the right kind of mood, to burn another one down.

Your eyes slowly break open and realize how much you look forward to that double shot of communal antacid and how much you dread pouring yourself out onto the sidewalk for your morning bath in bright light.  Today the dream is for a life lived in black and white.

Some days are better than others, but this one is exceptional.  If overwhelmed and heartbroken had a love child, it would have been born at 6:30 this morning when you tore through a placenta of bed sheets.

But lust is on the menu today.  It rarely doesn’t cause more problems, but having a little fun is not nothing.  And it’s always easier to rally when excitement lies ahead.  But creativity will have to be the secret sauce because you’ve gone and earned yourself “a reputation”.   The last thing on her mind would be to see your stupid face today.  Perfect. 

Now, to pre-clarify, a simple plan, doesn’t mean good plan.  And this may have been neither but good is a matter of perspective.  Bad, well bad is easier to identify post mortem.  Does it mean a man is no good, if no good comes from his actions or do intentions get any recognition?  Asking for a friend.

Some things a man does, just for himself.  No need for others to know about the challenge or triumph; it’s an integrity thing…this wasn’t one of those.  This was more of a “gratuitous excitement” kind of thing.

You have have a customary pre-action thought of caution: sometimes fate just isn’t reasonable.  But of course there’s no mystery in reason.  A wise man once said “just because you can, doesnt mean you should”.  Unfortunately that works the other way too.  

But by tonight fate may finally be finished toying with you and tomorrow you’ll be a tabloid front page.  She used to say “morning is for thinking, the nighttime is for feels”.  It’s 4 seconds to midnight somewhere; you better get moving.  But not before firing up another coffin nail.
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