Sometimes The Opinions Expressed Ought Not Be Expressed

I drive 16 miles to pick up Joey and take him to school. I do this every school day. Sometimes, I’m runnin’ late but I make sure get him there by 8am.

And since, on most days, I’m the guy who also picks him up when his day of study is done, I choose to save gas and stay in town rather than drive home.

I go to the mornin’ meeting and I catch up on social media.

I go to clubs and restaurants to collect monies owed for my musical services.

I followup on gig leads and potential jobs.

I wonder when I’m ever gonna mow the lawn, trim the hedges or clean the house.

I pay bills.

I fret over finances.

Then it’s time for lunch.

3 or 4 more hours to go.

This is the time I should write that book, those stories, poems, songs but, instead, I take an e-mail survey that promises points for gifts and “money.” So far, after spendin’ more than 2 hours every day for 12 days answering questions about my personal preferences, opinions and tastes, I’ve accumulated approximately 21 points and have been entered into 2 or 3  drawings for “big bucks and prizes.”

I used to think that I’d stop wastin’ time one day but I guess one day’s not today.

Oh, well, it’s almost time for Eddie to call and bust my chops about my attitude.

I think today I’ll just agree with him, keeping all opinions to myself and the surveys thus far completed.


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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