nathan and i have a code word.  in a situation when one of us needs to convey a message to the other in front of others, he says it.  that way you know either, you should abort whatever direction you were going w whatever you were saying, or change the topic, or the other guy is a guy that we previously knew through something….etc.. it’s a tell.  either fold your hand or bet the ranch. a good ole fashioned “i.e.”seems reasonable here:

a fellow approaches and offers an enthusiastic “how-do you-do?”

nathan is aware of said gentleman, and i am not.

i bark out, “hello my friend, pleased to make your acquaintance.”

nathan says, “yeah man, it’s nice that you guys, *_B_*, finally meet!”

i now know that there’s something fishy going on.  at that point it takes me two seconds to learn that he’s the guy who…… blah blah….. 

so you see it’s more of a security measure.

it’s been highly effective and enjoyable through the years.   but at this point in my life, we’ve adopted a unique to me, approach in life.   it’s not like i won’t fire off a D**_b** now and then, but there is a transformation in me, in which now, i have a challenging time giving two shits about damn near everything.  because what i’m going to say is either the truth, or a solid rip that i find enjoyable nonetheless.  so i choose 2 wins over, 1 unforeseen, likely irritating scenario.

i began this stream of consciousness after many hours, days, months, now we’re in the year + mark wearing this ridiculous muzzle. at least it’s from WWII, but  i’m hungry, i’m chomping my grill pieces to and fro….i smell food in the very near future… and i anticipate that i will react in such a manor that, love it or hate it, it’s sure to captivate and provide a solid amount of entertainment.   i’m wagering that if this entertainment i anticipate, had a street value, ole obamster may wanna legalize it and tax it., and balance the farukin economy for heaven’s sake.

in conclusion, i have a certain day coming up soon that is incalculably important to me.  i’ll be going somewhere i’ve never been, and sitting on a chair i’ve never sat, for hours.  i’ll be speaking to people i’ve never spoken to and the duration of which, will certainly set a record for me.    this place i speak of, puts a sizable level of importance on the time of those spent in such a chair and the collection of words they arrange and offer out to the others….it’s a good feeling knowing what i know.  experiencing and miraculously, remembering what i remember.  it’s almost like guessing the finale of lost.  where i have seen it, like a responsible, caring citizen: meanwhile, the challenger, maybe caught a few commercials, but truly is a rabid fan of the “biggest loser.”  (he took the title seriously).

in a world where the strangest things happen regularly, i’m fortunately in a position of knowledge, experience and a bullet proof vest in case someone  maybe makes a feeble attempt to poke a hole in it with a cap gun.

i’ll declare sept ** as the day i get to eat