Can’t escape the cliches around here. It seems the only time I write is after I’ve been by myself for hours. It’s rare back home. I joke about southern Missouri being stuck in 1975. It still is that, despite modernization occurring in odd little ways. Digital jukeboxes. People sitting at a bar staring at a tiny screen. I’m sure they appreciate the luxury, while keeping their minds in an archaic time which many of them barely remember.
Or I’m still just being full of snobbish preconceived notions. Let’s not discount that I’m still a city kid at heart.
I do appreciate the simplicity. Budweiser or Coors. Marlboro or Camel. I think that explains it well.
While I wait for my ma ‘s dinner time I should force food down me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle helping her eat. I’m sure I will. As I do. But I’ll be questioning things the next week about it.
A Middle aged man's tales 