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To Whom it may Concern,
So, yeah, here i am writing you when i know i shouldn't. I guess i just see you spiraling downward and it makes me want to lasso you back to the straight line world. Seriously, why do you consistently find ways to create chaos for yourself? I feel like the maid! "I just cleaned up this mess!" she would nag sternly. I just want to grab you up and throw you into a box of good sense and let you stay in there until you soak enough of it in to be happy for an extended period of time. Mainly, until you realize that most of the battles you lose, are lost because you jump into them blindly. Think and then fight my friend, then you will realize that most of your battles are not necessary to win the war.
Let me continue on with a nice short story!
"The Dog and the Mechanic"
Were going back-back-back in the day, to the small town of Purgatory, just off the coast of Foolish. We got this guy, so yeah, he's a mechanic of sorts. Let's be honest, he is an addicted car repair-ologist, if i may. The we got this dog, with his sly way of seducing things out of people with those alluring eyes. Damn devilish begaholic!
Happy lives and a constant strategy to get through each day. A little fixin', a little eatin' and a whole lotta r&r! Normal, single and generally happy life. Who can argue with a life where your biggest worry is where you should walk your dog tonight? One day, a thursday, the mechanic comes across this car. The car was oh-so familiar to him. A whisper in a dream now, but once an uncontrollable fetish of a beast. His stare wraps him in an unconscious decision to buy it....why, we do not know, kids. So, he buys this car, beat up, not running, huge parts missing and all kinds of "i was in World War One" symptoms. On the way home in the luxurious tow truck he stumbles onto a friend of a friend from that one party. Turns out that guy was still alive! "OMG! Stop the truck a second!" Mr. mechanic proclaimed to the greasy man at the wheel.
"Hey! Hey guy who is still alive!" Mechanic yelled at the guy. The guy peered and responded "WTF! How the eff are ya!" They share the "i am an awesome guy handshake hug" and proceed to catch up. Somewhere between the "girls i have slept with" and "i am so rich" lies the living guy drops an elusive piece of candy on the gravel. Of course the delectable morsel is devoured by captain convenience (the dog, for you smart guys). The mechanic let's out a girlish shriek, "hey! bad dog!" The man looks shocked and states "Dude, dogs live a long time! Some snacks here and some treats there won't kill him any sooner than any other dog related issues. TRUST ME." In a puzzled fashion the mechanical genius, turned president of the "i trust my almost-acquaintances" foundation says "really? I guess i should stop being so selfish to him then, aye?" The man, hand full of ballsy pride responds "Exactly! Live life and share the wealth." So, that little dancing of the ego's ends after more pointless sharing and a tow truck driver becoming creepily interested in the conversation.
Let's cut the middle man called the potatoes of this story and continue to gorge ourselves in meat; 5 weeks later!
Here we are now, back-back-back in the day, dashing up five weeks of course. Mechanic guy has started to slight his professional work for his new found addiction to the car that never was. I have an idea! Let's run to the atm, grab some cash, sprint to the store and buy this guy some freshly picked clues!! Mmmmmmmm! Delicious clues!! (perfect in any side salad!) I digress. One day the mechanic is letting things back-up at his shop and a customer who has no business dropping knowledge like he took "life lessons 101" as a masters program, walks up to the mechanic and f asks "Why are you still working on this car? Don't make it your unicorn buddy!" Simple and random, yet man-oh-man did a seed get planted.
Day by day, hour by hour and sandwich after countless sandwich the man devours his life in car repair time. He occasionally misses work just to try and finish some other tragedy of a car section. "Don't let it become my Unicorn!" the Mechanic thinks to himself. "I'll show that guy! I will fix it and be done with it!" Time and time again his brain squeezes these words out like hot steam and the Mechanic become fogged in naivety. Neglect and impatience now rule his new habitual nature. He throws random food at his dog; candy, left-overs and other human food, thus showing his new found negligence furthermore. Eventually days become months and the guy decides he still works, at his REAL job, too much. So, he breaks down his work schedule into something resembling a thimble sized taste. Money is not the issue here folks, time is the catalyst for this eroding dilemma.
One day the "Mechanic on occasion" comes into his garage to start an early day of working on the Unicorn. To his amazement his Dog is lying on the ground near the car motionless.... The man slowly approaches and collects his best friend into his arms. "Why did i ever feed him that crappy stuff!!!" The man spoke to the empty garage.
Later that day the man is sitting in the Vet's office miserably awaiting the Vet to tell him how dumb he was for killing his buddy with alleged kindness. "Mechanic face?" The vet asked questioningly to the waiting room. Mechanic boy waives his hand and approaches the "preventor-of-puppies". "The dog seems to have been killed by a severe head injury. We found small metal fragments in his fur and a large crack in his skull'" the Vet explained. "That....so it wasn't table food?" The mechanic asked in shock. "No, no. That is also bad for your dog, but this little guy was definitely killed by something crushing his head" the Vet summarized. Slowly, the mechanic walked out in a state of awe.
Investigation time must commence! The mechanic returns to the scene of the tragedy. A panic ridden demeanor has begun to set in on our Mechanic. He discovers many things upon his examination, many of which do not pertain the the dogs final countdown. The man decides to go out for an amnesia drink and a night of condolences, which he will give unto himself. His mind replays the scenario like Bill Murray's freak experience and it eats at him like succulent maggots.
"So, my buddy walks in and see's my unfinished sandwich on my cart, he tries to reach it, but it is too far under the car. He proceeds to stretch like a hero for a victim and eventually presses enough into the car to shift it off of the jack and just like that...he was gone."
The man cannot drown out his misery at the bar. His mind becomes full of rage and spite. He is a broken man. Money is short, his best friend is dead and he has no Unicorn to ride! He goes home and in a foolishly satisfying fit burns the car to the ground. In his drunken rampage an unlikely series of events unfolds. His garage burns and then his house and now his neighbors house burns as the police arrive. His staggering nature and stench of gasoline lead him into the cruiser of delight heading for the cell of joy.
Here he is....broken, lost and in jail. Exactly where he belongs. Chasing his Unicorn until the bitter end.
The End
Sweet, delicious and delectable irony has danced all over this overture. One whisper has let out a hallway of screams. Why? Because some things just need to be let go. Listen to me. Love feels more than spectacular. It is indescribable, yes, but it is also a long story full of smaller chapters and sub-plots. Willing it to happen is like making pie out of paint chips. It is simply not logical! I want you to reflect on this story, regardless of what you think of me. I am writing you because i want to send you a message (and we both know you need it). Life is too short to be depressed and too long to rush. So, don't rush yourself mentally boss! I promise if you slow down your mental attachment process, your depression will become a distant memory. Just shut up, trust me and stop being so dumb is all. You are better than that, as well as smarter! Hope the story helps you understand an outside opinion, sport. As much as i hate to admit it, i hope you find the life that makes you happy, regardless of who you spend it with.
Singing the best music,
Joey
To Whom it may Concern,
So, yeah, here i am writing you when i know i shouldn't. I guess i just see you spiraling downward and it makes me want to lasso you back to the straight line world. Seriously, why do you consistently find ways to create chaos for yourself? I feel like the maid! "I just cleaned up this mess!" she would nag sternly. I just want to grab you up and throw you into a box of good sense and let you stay in there until you soak enough of it in to be happy for an extended period of time. Mainly, until you realize that most of the battles you lose, are lost because you jump into them blindly. Think and then fight my friend, then you will realize that most of your battles are not necessary to win the war.
Let me continue on with a nice short story!
"The Dog and the Mechanic"
Were going back-back-back in the day, to the small town of Purgatory, just off the coast of Foolish. We got this guy, so yeah, he's a mechanic of sorts. Let's be honest, he is an addicted car repair-ologist, if i may. The we got this dog, with his sly way of seducing things out of people with those alluring eyes. Damn devilish begaholic!
Happy lives and a constant strategy to get through each day. A little fixin', a little eatin' and a whole lotta r&r! Normal, single and generally happy life. Who can argue with a life where your biggest worry is where you should walk your dog tonight? One day, a thursday, the mechanic comes across this car. The car was oh-so familiar to him. A whisper in a dream now, but once an uncontrollable fetish of a beast. His stare wraps him in an unconscious decision to buy it....why, we do not know, kids. So, he buys this car, beat up, not running, huge parts missing and all kinds of "i was in World War One" symptoms. On the way home in the luxurious tow truck he stumbles onto a friend of a friend from that one party. Turns out that guy was still alive! "OMG! Stop the truck a second!" Mr. mechanic proclaimed to the greasy man at the wheel.
"Hey! Hey guy who is still alive!" Mechanic yelled at the guy. The guy peered and responded "WTF! How the eff are ya!" They share the "i am an awesome guy handshake hug" and proceed to catch up. Somewhere between the "girls i have slept with" and "i am so rich" lies the living guy drops an elusive piece of candy on the gravel. Of course the delectable morsel is devoured by captain convenience (the dog, for you smart guys). The mechanic let's out a girlish shriek, "hey! bad dog!" The man looks shocked and states "Dude, dogs live a long time! Some snacks here and some treats there won't kill him any sooner than any other dog related issues. TRUST ME." In a puzzled fashion the mechanical genius, turned president of the "i trust my almost-acquaintances" foundation says "really? I guess i should stop being so selfish to him then, aye?" The man, hand full of ballsy pride responds "Exactly! Live life and share the wealth." So, that little dancing of the ego's ends after more pointless sharing and a tow truck driver becoming creepily interested in the conversation.
Let's cut the middle man called the potatoes of this story and continue to gorge ourselves in meat; 5 weeks later!
Here we are now, back-back-back in the day, dashing up five weeks of course. Mechanic guy has started to slight his professional work for his new found addiction to the car that never was. I have an idea! Let's run to the atm, grab some cash, sprint to the store and buy this guy some freshly picked clues!! Mmmmmmmm! Delicious clues!! (perfect in any side salad!) I digress. One day the mechanic is letting things back-up at his shop and a customer who has no business dropping knowledge like he took "life lessons 101" as a masters program, walks up to the mechanic and f asks "Why are you still working on this car? Don't make it your unicorn buddy!" Simple and random, yet man-oh-man did a seed get planted.
Day by day, hour by hour and sandwich after countless sandwich the man devours his life in car repair time. He occasionally misses work just to try and finish some other tragedy of a car section. "Don't let it become my Unicorn!" the Mechanic thinks to himself. "I'll show that guy! I will fix it and be done with it!" Time and time again his brain squeezes these words out like hot steam and the Mechanic become fogged in naivety. Neglect and impatience now rule his new habitual nature. He throws random food at his dog; candy, left-overs and other human food, thus showing his new found negligence furthermore. Eventually days become months and the guy decides he still works, at his REAL job, too much. So, he breaks down his work schedule into something resembling a thimble sized taste. Money is not the issue here folks, time is the catalyst for this eroding dilemma.
One day the "Mechanic on occasion" comes into his garage to start an early day of working on the Unicorn. To his amazement his Dog is lying on the ground near the car motionless.... The man slowly approaches and collects his best friend into his arms. "Why did i ever feed him that crappy stuff!!!" The man spoke to the empty garage.
Later that day the man is sitting in the Vet's office miserably awaiting the Vet to tell him how dumb he was for killing his buddy with alleged kindness. "Mechanic face?" The vet asked questioningly to the waiting room. Mechanic boy waives his hand and approaches the "preventor-of-puppies". "The dog seems to have been killed by a severe head injury. We found small metal fragments in his fur and a large crack in his skull'" the Vet explained. "That....so it wasn't table food?" The mechanic asked in shock. "No, no. That is also bad for your dog, but this little guy was definitely killed by something crushing his head" the Vet summarized. Slowly, the mechanic walked out in a state of awe.
Investigation time must commence! The mechanic returns to the scene of the tragedy. A panic ridden demeanor has begun to set in on our Mechanic. He discovers many things upon his examination, many of which do not pertain the the dogs final countdown. The man decides to go out for an amnesia drink and a night of condolences, which he will give unto himself. His mind replays the scenario like Bill Murray's freak experience and it eats at him like succulent maggots.
"So, my buddy walks in and see's my unfinished sandwich on my cart, he tries to reach it, but it is too far under the car. He proceeds to stretch like a hero for a victim and eventually presses enough into the car to shift it off of the jack and just like that...he was gone."
The man cannot drown out his misery at the bar. His mind becomes full of rage and spite. He is a broken man. Money is short, his best friend is dead and he has no Unicorn to ride! He goes home and in a foolishly satisfying fit burns the car to the ground. In his drunken rampage an unlikely series of events unfolds. His garage burns and then his house and now his neighbors house burns as the police arrive. His staggering nature and stench of gasoline lead him into the cruiser of delight heading for the cell of joy.
Here he is....broken, lost and in jail. Exactly where he belongs. Chasing his Unicorn until the bitter end.
The End
Sweet, delicious and delectable irony has danced all over this overture. One whisper has let out a hallway of screams. Why? Because some things just need to be let go. Listen to me. Love feels more than spectacular. It is indescribable, yes, but it is also a long story full of smaller chapters and sub-plots. Willing it to happen is like making pie out of paint chips. It is simply not logical! I want you to reflect on this story, regardless of what you think of me. I am writing you because i want to send you a message (and we both know you need it). Life is too short to be depressed and too long to rush. So, don't rush yourself mentally boss! I promise if you slow down your mental attachment process, your depression will become a distant memory. Just shut up, trust me and stop being so dumb is all. You are better than that, as well as smarter! Hope the story helps you understand an outside opinion, sport. As much as i hate to admit it, i hope you find the life that makes you happy, regardless of who you spend it with.
Singing the best music,
Joey