I'm humbled, but thats not on the list. So I picked the next closest thing in the alphabet.
Mood:
I'm actually Humbled
Listening to: Nothin now
Reading: Sex, Drugs, Einstein, and Elves
I do most of my thinking in my car. Now more than ever, because I spend most of my time in my car being a delivery driver. Anyway, so I stop at a red light while contemplating my financial situation. About that time I notice a homeless man beside my car. This is not uncommon here, they are all over. A lot of them, like this one, sell newspapers on the corners of intersections. They make a killing. They but the papers for 10 cents, and people (like me) give them 5 bucks for it. I was told today they earn an average of 30K a year. Sorry, I got sidetracked again. So then I notice something about this man that struck me as unusual, compared to the countless other homeless men I've seen. For one, he had a sigh written on cardboard saying something to the effect of, "I got your spare car parts right here!", and s hubcap being held on with a string. In my head I though, "Hmm, nice marketing ploy. It grasps attention." Then I noticed this man that also was odd. He had a whistle that he was blowing while waving his arms around. He was practically dancing. Then I noticed he had thius huge smile on his face, adn then it struck me. He was having fun. This man, with almost no possesions, besides what he could fit in his small bag, enjoyed what he was doing. It was no fake smile either, it was pure joy on his face. I don't think he would have had it any other way. That, my internet friends, is what humbled me. He didn't have a care in the world.
It made me think, do I really need all of this? This junk that I think is important, is obviously not.
I think of that man often now. I went back to that same intersection today, just to check up on him. To my suprise, he was actually there. I guess he kinda claimed that corner, because there were other people using the other sides. There was his sign, his whistle, and a dance that reminds me of the old movies where someone just won something.
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Well my grandmother's funereal was today. She was cremated, so I guess it wasn't a funeral. A "Farewell Ceremony", I guess. I got a suit, and I look friggen good in it. I'll be wearing that next time I go play pool. Speaking of that, if any Tucson people wanna play pool, lemme know. I'm in withdrawal. So back to the ceremony. It was odd, because I knew none of the people there. People from my mom and stepdad's works showed up, but I had to meet them for the first time as well. So it was kind of odd. Definatley not something I enjoyed, but something you have to get used to. People die, that's the bottom line. How, when, where, all those questions and answers are meaningless in the end. I take that back, in
most cases, they are meaningless. I believe in an afterlife, so in my end, I will see those I've "lost" again. Now to some people those answers previously mentioned are useful. Like the guys at Bed Bath and Beyond. Confused? So was I. Then I learned some new facts (this is where the title of this entry came from). Apparently, my grandmother didn't just fall. Yes, she fell, broke her hip, I believe, and that lead to hemoraging and eventually a coma from which she did not wake. Well the facts given to me yesterday shed some light. She did not just fall. Upon entering a Bed Bath and Beyond store, the automatic doors shut on her cane, causeing her to fall. She left in an ambulance, and as to be expected, there was a curtosy call from BB&B. I imagine the conversation went something like this:
BB&B
"Hello this is Bob from BB&B. I was calling regarding the incident where a lady fell. How is she?"
Mom
She died.
About that time, I imagine the BB&B guy thinking "
Oh FUCK!"
So now lawyers are calling and there's talk of sueing. I, and surely everyone else, was hoping this would settle down and the healing process could begin. Well, that seems to be false.
And a kinda creepy moment occured. After the ceremony, we went to lunch at some breakfast/brunch/dinner kinda place. As we were leaving, I noticed everyone was looking across the parking lot. I follow the gaze, and notice a BB&B. We ate dinner not 100 yards away from where my g-mother took her last steps.
Sigh, what a day
So now I drink my espresso (which i friggen love now) and remember good times. Cheers mates. I appreciate you all. I hope I have left or leave a lasting (good) impression on you as I get to know you. You all have done so to me.
"Americans have mastered the art of being prosperous though broke." -
Billy Boy Franklin
Jesus Christ
Friggen Women
