An Author's First
The theatre and arts are an odd beast. One can wander their childhood admiring the people, and scene, without the knowledge they are doing it. It simply is what we feed on. From dusk, till dawn, we have playing cards, records, movies, and the internet to tell us what people are doing, how, why, and where too. A long time ago, far, far away, there was an attempt at a theatre that left crowds to gaze, sadly, on a legacy, of grand importance, that must resurrect, some, dignities in the stories we have going on today. In the year of 2018 we have immense change, and our grand lives our filled with the opportunities to meet wise people from afar, daily. Ladies and gentlemen the odd suggestions of the past, smell of the future, with a leading lady stepping in someday, soon. And with that in mind, we have only to say, be weary who you grow fond of, it could be the last day you know of them. Expect history to be kind, somewhat, to forever. Their time to shine, like so many great names, may be cut short at the curtain’s opening due to some force unseen. Be prepared and live, love, and care for others.
Sam's trip was a fascinating one. She had hooked up with her friend on the hot highway about a day ago and sat and simulated the reality they had met together in. They had planned to travel together through urban landscapes that would ultimately lead to refreshing senses that would be honorable and worthy. They had wanted to be leaders, young ones, who had high inspirations and expectations for a bright future.
The Tree House
Jane looked at Wally and smiled. She rolled her eyes. He looked up at the ceiling of the tree house. Jane commented, “This is stupid”. Wally just shook his head and agreed. They had been married for years and this was a new concept to get to know old wounds. She stared at him. As she did she thought about how she had better things to do. They usually saw one another once a month and she had only come there for his benefit. “I don’t know what to tell you Wally. I have been divorced from you for years and I don’t want to be here. I am giving you the day. Here is your day.”
Jan studied the group of women. "You have got to be kidding me," she said to the others. She smiled at her five favorite friends. She knew that they were here for a vast amount of reasons. One, was an evil bitch and just thought Jan would fail, she never said it directly, but, they just pretty much had known one another since they were 15. She was out to get Jan and really thought Jan was fat, unsturdy, and there were more diabolical things too that she would block to survive in a group herd.
The memorable days of Tad's life were mainly in the nineteen nineties. He had fallen in love, nearly married, and then fell in to debt and moved back to his home town after a fit of anarchistic (he regrets saying that now) childishness where him and three friends drove all night to California to audition for film. One of them made a movie while the others partied in a hotel room. He did not make it but drank and did drugs for months on end. After a quick stint in rehab, two years later, he drove home. He entered college at the local university and graduated with a biology degree.
The Siblings I Had
Older brothers always hang out and think about the fate of their kin, that is just the theory of everything, if you knew about everything. Dan knew his two little sisters were fine, more than fine, they usually did the best and only the best compared to other women. He studied the coming sunrise, it was going to be a long day because he was an adult and it had been a long time since he saw either of them. They were on their way and it was without the remnants of their second childhood home attached, annoying step kin that had spread lies and acted ugly as so it happens sometimes, however, the girls would be excited to see him and regather.
Sam was an ordinary person. She lived life and did her thing and went pretty uninterrupted without too many disasters or up and downs. She was not super except in her ordinary means of preserving her wellness and dignity while moving place to place with acceptance in to many areas and times. This would change the day she met Copious Measure her first college roommate.
Susan was jovial, contemplative, and ready to read her morning paper. She had meditated for an hour, eaten the new food charts available, and made a complete list of her day's activities. She finished her breakfast and thought "I will take my car" even though the Prius was becoming outdated and old. She was on the go.
The Sibling I Had
Older brothers always hang out and think about the fate of their kin, that is just the theory of everything, if you knew about everything. Dan knew his two little sisters were fine, more than fine, they usually did the best and only the best compared to other women. He studied the coming sunrise, it was going to be a long day because he was an adult and it had been a long time since he saw either of them. They were on their way and it was without the remnants of their second childhood home attached, annoying step kin that had spread lies and acted ugly as so it happens sometimes, and they had something worse than that to deal with in their home state when they arrived.
The Ideal Day
The creative process can be a hassle, a bitch, a growing partner of obscurity so absurd that one can be driven to extremes to find a new venture, partner, or location. So, one Autumn day when Heather woke up and relinquished all her belonging to the landlord that would find them, took the last of her medicine cabinet, put on her heart shaped locket, and drove to a location far, far, away she knew she had done the right thing. She locked the door after taking a loaded gun and blowing it through one of the windows. See you later Saint Paul, MN. She slammed the door and walked out of her life for a bit. She did not know yet if this was a trip to the market, or longer, but for this morning she was free of her depression that had wrecked her forever and a day.
I guess there are other things to do I think about my parent's divorce and how it ended my life Everyone is at an advantage who does not have divorced parents
Eastern Dharma I know by not knowing They were me then I cared by not caring I am them to him Yellow fever stop western anarchy