Whenever I’m trying to write something, and I can’t think of anything, I’ll have a little glass of wine to “prime the pump” as they say. Then if I still can’t think of anything, I’ll have another little glass of wine. And then, if I need to, a third. On a good day I can keep from writing anything at all.
Today I was driving on the freeway and I spotted a solar panel lying in my lane but I was going too fast to avoid it, and it must have somehow bounced up and punctured my gas tank and caused sparks because suddenly in my rear-view mirror I could see a trail of igniting gas chasing me down the freeway, and meanwhile all the cars behind me are swerving back and forth to avoid the flames, and a gas truck goes off the side of the road onto the railroad tracks next to the freeway and collides with an oncoming train and explodes in a huge fireball causing the train to derail and several tanker cars to burst open and flood a suburban neighborhood at the bottom of the train embankment with thousands of gallons of crude oil. Man, and they say solar energy is safe.
How come you always hear about someone running away to join the circus, but you never hear about them staying in school and studying for a career in the circus?
One thing I’ve learned in life is that having money doesn’t lead to happiness. But since nothing else does either, money is a pretty good thing to have.