This morning, I told Eddie, “I don’t know if I’m serene or I just don’t give a shit.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Well, I thought there was a difference till lately. I thought serenity was the state of mind that allowed me to accept my pathetic circumstance and still keep my eye on the prize.”

“The prize?”

“The prize, I thought till lately, was a life of ‘reasonable happiness.'”

“Sounds reasonable. And the prize, your ‘eye view’ of it, has changed?”

“Yeah, it’s changed. It’s changed from prize to no prize. I mean, I still accept the fact that I’m pathetic but my eye can spy no prize.”

“But, still, you trudge.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Yes, you do.”


About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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