“What’s the greatest story ever told,” as I ask myself in this crazy drowsy life, we call the twenty-first century?
There’s only one thing – just one thing that bothers me on a day like today – just how in the hell did we get from Wednesday to Thursday so fast! Even though this is Friday and this blog post is likely behind schedule in being published into cyberspace by the rugby danes of time, which is nothing compared to Greenwich Village and the Village People.
Of course, there are 365 days in a year and it takes the Earth 24 hours to rotate around a star we call – the Sun – “phooey,” it’s sour grapes with relish and pickles at least to say.
Time rotates twenty-four hours into the future and not into the past, “it’s literally a proven fact,” as my brother would say comically with a pair of cheese sticks looking like “werewolf or vampire fangs” hanging dangerously from his mouth like a childish jokester, all while trying to impress me with his pre-Halloween imitations of London’s “Jack the Ripper.”
Logically, I’m berated as a dumbfounded cricket looking for an answer on how, I got from Wednesday to Thursday, twenty-four hours later into the future?
“Yes, I know I went to sleep the night before while spending the entire night writing this smurf..!”
Unless, I’m just one of those literal jackass looking for some silly cucumber with pickles and Crispy Kreme Donuts, while walking down the fragrance isles of the Macy’s Department Store on New York’s famed 34th Street in Downtown Manhattan, riddance rules the day once again – “well crap,” that explains it all.
Good riddance life is getting old these days, but it never seems to get any younger in my generation gap as we keep getting older by the “day, minute and year” as the world continues to spin among the vast voids of space around our galaxy, the Milky Way.
Perhaps, I’m just a crazy old crow or chap looking to start a catfight about time travel from the past to the present in record timing? I do know for a fact, a number of years ago likely in my younger days of adulthood, I was wondering how I left behind my high school days for the adult world in record time. Perhaps, it was a time trip through the legendary “quantum leap” to our present timing to the future of 2017?
“Man, something better give me some good riddance, I’m going nuts!,” not only by the minute but also by the seconds – perhaps, I’ve been watching too much “YouTube” with the reruns of M*A*S*H and the #4077!