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A day late... an entry short. I don't think we've really missed much... the usual angst in my pants. Continuing existence on the set of Blade Runner... showerless. When bob the bilker hadn't showed up by the time I hit the road, yesterday, I ratted him out to Ilsa. Again. No Sympathy. Funny... they can't be bothered to use a phone to let you know if they'll show up, but assume that you'll take off work to wait for 'em. Ignorant fuckers. I'm preparing a little GetBack if things get too tasty... a farewell sardine on the catalytic converter would suffice. It could have been sooo simple. A very peculiar occurence on the road to work, yesterday afternoon. Leaving Culpeper on 29, and old railroad siding to the right... mimimal cars surrounding, nothing on the road directly ahead.... Then KaWHAM! Feeling the impact as much as hearing it. Like a BIG rock got slammed into the passenger's side. No one else close seemed to take notice, so I drove a bit further until finding a crossover in the median, to take a barefoot inspection. And... nothing. Side. Roof. Underside. Anywhere. Not even a scratch, or a disturbance in the dust. Very much like... ...three years ago. During my training phase in desktop, having to work dayside... on the road at 5AM, dark as midnight . Passing a grove of trees in the second Trooper (the one the semi DIDN'T end-over-end), the same Sound and Fury in the rear quarter panel. At least there was a dent and missing plastic trim on the bumper to verify that I wasn't imagining it. Looped back around to see what got wasted, and saw... nothing. Phantom impacts. Too strange. The ghost of last year seems to be the common thread in everyone's mind. Devastation. Horror. Uncertainty. My most vivid remembrance, aside from the images everyone saw, was upon driving to work from my flophouse... heading toward Dulles. Rt 28... deserted. The only air traffic over the airport... fighter jets, like disturbed yellowjackets. Spending the entire day among the few employees that ventured in, waiting for the next hijacked plane to come thundering over us on the flightpath. Afterward, commercialism reared its ugly head. TV Ratings. Tri-colored products. Saber rattling. Did we learn nothing? Cataclysmic things happen. All the time. Sobering, when it happens on your doorstep... all the more reason to appreciate the here-and-now. We aren't meant to be here, forever... and there's no guarantee that we get anything more than what we have right now. Live it. Remember it. Share it. And know that you did all that you are capable of. The future is unwritten. |
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