burun wrote:Since you're all dying to know:

Dentist appointment went OK. One cavity, which he filled. I honestly don't know why, after 34 years on earth without a cavity, last year I started developing them all over. Theories abound, but the one I like the best is that my body chemistry has changed and turned my saliva acidic.

burun wrote:My pal Kacy says "Face it, you're getting old" as the reason.

rashiedgarrison wrote:I still have a cough that I contracted on Dec 21st. WTF.

Marsupialized wrote:I was hanging out with a bunch of old friends a few days ago....

Sting.
Near perfect January.
Come, at odds with variations.
I miss gears, travelling
In my cobalt blue steel shell,
Windshield feigning frost.
Squinted eyes of a human hermit crab.
I venture, noble sans intentions.
Symmetric to ghosts that accompany, never haunt.
Scratch of pencils, graphite slow strokes shine.
Electronic blips, as beautiful as sirens seizing
traffic. Stapling veins of sunlight against
defensive corners of horizons.
Symmetric to oceans that recede, never pause.
Attention all! This may be the best dark roast
for marrow-deficient mornings. Crooked posture in plastic seats.
The tongue applauds the sweetness like hands would
high black boot heel clicks on the pavement.
Legs lengthy and ready, wrapping tightly contemplated
in the hunchbacked shadows of buildings
downtown.
Symmetric to dreaming children that fail, never fly.
Time being. Imagine being time!
Constant, evasive, fleeting, full,
hole-punched page currency, adorned with weeping queens,
monuments, thieves.
Symmetric to maps that lead, never mark.
Comfortable in only one cave.
No choice, forced;
I suppose this skin is fine,
if not I’ll age and sew
until lips and teeth fit.
Salty gums, dirty mouth,
I’d quit smoking if I could
keep breathing fire.
Symmetric to the path that circles, never straightens.
Symmetric to the gait that limps, never hurries.
Symmetric to the glow that fades, never lasts.
Rip, roll, pull, drag, draw, BANG…And saunter on.

John George Peppers wrote:

Marsupialized wrote:I was hanging out with a bunch of old friends a few days ago....

Don't even start with this shit, I know! I was out with old friends that I hadn't seen for a while and I saw first hand just how much we've aged.

Dudley wrote:

ERawk wrote:Enframed, I think it might be your calling in life (when all is said and done regarding short boss) to compile these anecdotes into a short story/novella/novel.

I usually imagine David Foley as the A.T. & Love boss re-enacting these scenarios.

Salut.

I've always imagined him to look like this: