What a long strange week it's been

The rain tapped across the tin roof as the fire began to roar, signaling a start towards warmth. The chill possibly like getting embedded in a glazier by accident, or I suppose even on purpose fills this shop. Built in 1926 there is nothing straight here except myself. On a work table in the center of the room sits a black cat, eyeing me as she wags her tail attempting to get my attention. She laid claim to the place years ago and is usually quite successful on chasing the other cats out, and for that trouble she wants to be noticed. The smell of oak and pine whiff past me as I turn up the stereo system, and “Statesboro Blues” begins to soothe this weary mind. After a long week I need to erase the bitter taste of a world that rewards stupidity.

Stupid people shouldn’t breed, a truth long shared by most folks, but please add that they shouldn’t drive, speak, move or make noise in any way shape or form unless completely alone or in a meeting with others who have come to work on no fewer than 12 steps towards improving. Until then stay out of the way, keep out of cars if you’re driving and for heavens sakes throw your trash in a proper receptacle. Learn to be better and if you’re over 200 pounds please wear a shirt that covers your tramp stamp. Don’t swear at your children in public or for that matter, at all and always remember that no one really wants to listen to your cell phone call during the movie. Its also good to understand that wrestling on TV isn’t real or worth saving its greatest moments in the little gray matter you were given.

Ok, back to the nice fire, a cat and Alman Brothers, while the rain melts my thoughts back to its happy place. I feel much better now.