Friday, May 22, 2009

Interview With a Vampire, Part 1

For this interview, Alcohol and I met at a local coffeehouse. He was twenty minutes late and came stumbling in, apologizing and waving his hands about. When he sat down across from me, the couple sitting behind us wrinkled their noses and moved to a different table.

Mr Moose: Long time, Al. How are you?
Alcohol: Pretty good, pretty good. You know me. Always busy...having a good time!
MM: I'm not going to give you a high-five, if that's what your waiting for.
Al: Okay, okay, that's cool. I get it. Mr Respectable now.
MM: If you say so. You look uncomfortable.
Al: It's this place. Coffee and I aren't such good terms these days. She's changed.
MM: Sorry to hear that. Do you want some of my tea?
Al: Tea?! Don't get me started on that motherfucker!
MM: Forget I asked.
Al: So it's great to see you again and all, but what's up? You haven't called me in five years. Want to hang out again?
MM: No. I just-
Al: Jesus. You didn't even have to think about it, did you? Were things that bad between us?
MM: Well, I suppose you don't remember, but it didn't end well.
Al: Yeah, my memory is kinda fuzzy sometimes. I remember lots of late nights, crazy conversations, dancing like a madman, laughing like a hyena. We had fun, man.
MM: Sure, we did. Right up until the point when I threw up, said something stupid or inappropriate, or just blacked out.
Al: Hey, I live a crazy life. I don't make any apologies for it.
MM: I know. I'm not blaming you. I just don't want a crazy life anymore. I'm not twenty-five. The idea has lost its romance, if you know what I mean.
Al: I get it. You want to be boring.
MM: Boring? What's more predictable and boring than getting drunk, having the same conversations over and over, getting the same hangover, and always feeling like shit?
Al: Your problem is, you never truly appreciated me.
MM: No, I didn't. That's true. I used you.
Al: You did. But I get that a lot.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

The Epistolary Burden

Cocooned in my busy life, I seldom see my friends. They're all within ten miles of me, but it doesn't matter. Add to that list the friends scattered across the country and the globe and there is an entire company of people I don't see. But wait! There's no need to worry, I'll just shoot a couple lines of email at them, surely I have time for that. Oddly, no, I don't. (But I have time to write this pointless blog entry?)

That parenthetical is actually the point. And the point is: priorities. I have not made my friends a priority and for that I am sorry. I miss them. My life is less without my friends. I catch glimpses of what they are up to on Facelook, I a get melancholy and wistful. It feels like I'm watching some grand party on the other side of the park. This must end.

Think of this then, not as a confession, but as a resolution.

I'll be in touch.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Where Have I Been You Ask? Well...

You are The Hermit

Prudence, Caution, Deliberation.

The Hermit points to all things hidden, such as knowledge and inspiration,hidden enemies. The illumination is from within, and retirement from participation in current events.

The Hermit is a card of introspection, analysis and, well, virginity. You do not desire to socialize; the card indicates, instead, a desire for peace and solitude. You prefer to take the time to think, organize, ruminate, take stock. There may be feelings of frustration and discontent but these feelings eventually lead to enlightenment, illumination, clarity.

The Hermit represents a wise, inspirational person, friend, teacher, therapist. This a person who can shine a light on things that were previously mysterious and confusing.

What Tarot Card are You?
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