I've been meaning to tell you guys something here for a while. No, it's not like when your wife shows up at work with a pair of underwear in a plastic bag that she found under the seat in the car. I have never had that experience but in a situation like that I can anticipate that I would feel very worried. What I want to tell you guys well it is difficult to say for me as I have a hard time expressing certain feelings. Let me start by giving you guys a bit of a back story. Well, I was sitting in my car the other day listening to Elton John, feeling rather emotional about what happened to him, I was smoking a bowl of Burley Rhapsody out of one of my Falcons. I was watching a bird sitting alone on a powerline. It was a frigid grey afternoon and the morning was spent trying to convince my district manager that investing in the installment of a bidet on our floor would boost productivity. Even after our two hour conversation he seemed reluctant to the idea. That bird looked so dang lonely but maybe I was projecting my own feelings onto him or her as it moved its head around, in that almost robotic way, that birds do. Grooming its feathers, I thought for a second "is grooming or pruning the correct word for this?" I got lost in my thoughts a bit and I recalled that day on the beach, I believe it was in El Kala but I cannot be sure. The sun was so hot, directly overhead, I recall staggering about that day in the blaring sun, parched yet, I still managed to have a bowl of Scirocco Latakia. Something happened to me that day but its story for another day, I only mention it as to create a bit of context although as I type this, I realize it might not serve to create the right amount of context as I am omitting a key details. Anyway, back to sitting in the car: I had the windows cracked and the vents of the heat and AC directed in a way that pushed the billowing smoke from my Falcon out of the car. The type of car I drive, it's nothing special, and I rather not mention at the moment the make and model. I will say that at the moment it has a thin layer of powdery white salt from the snow storm we had over the weekend. To say it's from the snow storm, I assume if you are reading this you will understand that I mean the white powdery salt is actually from the trucks that salt the roads due to the snow storm, not that the snow itself would leave such a film. That's what I was implying. I guess I should of been more specific, I do not want to create anymore confusion. Anyway, I just want to tell you guys that, you guys mean a lot to me.
