A.G.E's Joint

I stopped by the bar at 3 A. M. To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend I woke up with a headache like my head against a board Twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before I went in seeking clarity. Jeremy really didn’t like this song, but he was too distracted to turn the radio off. Streetlights stretching out forever in front of his eyes as he headed into the city, why he was coming back here? Smoky dives along Memorial, with their faded PBR and Miller High Life signs beckoned him to stop for solace and possibly a friend. Yeah, a friend that would scream about bombs until he had to make her stop. Like he did with Mother.   That was not a risk he could take. He couldn’t stop anyway.   A quiet voice was urging him on, one that needed to be heard. He knew whose voice it was. It was going to say bullshit. But there would be validation of his thoughts and the comfort in the crap, and some clarification in exactly how to proceed. So he followed t...

So what are your dreams? Or as I have put it in my work, what do you want to be when you grow up?   Of course, there are the two types of dreams.   Sleeping dreams with fantasies so great we tremble at their appearance, flying naked around stone castles, or defending maidens against dragons.   Do we win or lose?   In the end it doesn’t matter because we wake up. Then you have the waking dreams.   The mirages of goals shimmering in the desert, shifting and fading as we trudge along the sands of life.   And when we reach one, we realize it was smaller than we though.   Or worse, like the new Coke commercial, it is just another billboard pointing across to a distant mountain, daring us to follow.   When I was in college, I had the dream of being a radio disc jockey.   I would hear the voices come over the speakers and think what a cool gig.   All I have to do is just sit and talk about music. I went so far as to...