my friend, ruby, asked me yesterday how i was doing. i took it as a more philosophical question than the usual word up deal. why? maybe it’s this virus that has sorta been dicking with me for the past few weeks. the chinese herbs not with standing. or maybe because i’d spent the night before coughing instead of sleeping. that ragged non-sleep of the sorta sick and the really sick. where dreams are more real or unreal depending upon if you are awake or not. or it could have been the dead black woman i’m in love with. sweet ella, was on the cd player. well, her and louie armstrong singing their hearts out.
it’s just that i haven’t done anything creative wise for several months. oh, there’s been a few things but a few months back i had a backlog of stuff. now all i want to do is play golf. sit up here and pound something out? no, think i’ll go downstairs and pound a golf ball around. yes, but the weather is nice and soon it will be too hot to sit up here and type away even with the air conditioning running. i don’t care, i’m going to hit golf balls around.
i mean i even played a couple of rounds yesterday. i felt like crap but our bird insisted i come downstairs. most vociferously. for some reason she loves it when i play golf. she plays with her toys and coos like a parakeet though she’s a cockateil. i coo back between shots. my arnie’s army of one as it were.
i played the original wii golf. i hadn’t played it in months but i didn’t want the exertion of the tiger woods wii golf. after some practice i had the touch and feel back and did pretty well. an even par and a 4 under.
i guess the point being is i’m just or still and ever shall be a bubble headed boy. just like the old days of my mis-spent youth. i’d rather hit golf balls than be creative or study. or maybe hit the beach instead of doing that as well. then of course there’s been the drugs and drink. both of which at one point or another have been way too much of a past time.
hmm, yeah, a long time ago in one of those past lifetimes…a nice spring day with plenty of sun, a blunt or two, and hit the golf course for what may or may not have been a good day on the links. didn’t matter. most of the time.
barefoot, shorts, no shirt, getting a country club tan out on the public course instead of doing something or anything that may just matter more in regards to a better life. nah, screw it. i’d rather hit golf balls. see? forever just a bubble headed boy. instead of playing life’s game he’s playing life’s most sacred game.
photo of arnold palmer and a portion of his army, circa early 60’s.