Dark room. White noise. Slight hangover. Faint spinning, the bass line from Nothing's Shocking going through my head. Thinking about 1988, Life's A Beach skull pants, warm sun, tanned skin, and the wonder of the road. Find the song on my phone, drift to the bass and find fifty words.

Life is Good

It was a breath-taking morning in the city by the lake. Electricity in the sky before the sun's arrival triggered a refreshing deluge that had passed with the moonlight. Monsoon season...

Before waking her, I stare in disbelief. Take my hand. I'll teach you everything I know.

I rise

Dress with great haste

little attention

Halfway to work

notice an elbow of my sweater has degenerated.

Swap the sandals I arrived in for heels

Cup of coffee

mountain of paperwork

Still unsure if I have a job or a career

I have a passion

It's not this

Today I heard the voice of opportunity.

It came in the form of floral walls and lipstick.

Stand pretty once more, and they may like you.

Make them laugh, and they may respect you.

Tell them what you carry, and you'll drown in pity.

Your day was better then mine.

Wake. Dress. Eat. Drive. Sidewalk stepping. Knocking on doors. So many doors. Spread the word. Must win the vote. Ignore the rude, persuade the unsure. We never pressure. Next address. Walk down the street. Knock knock at the door. Survey time. Scribble the answers. "Bye now". Drive. Eat. Write. Sleep.