March 15, 2004
no lucky pants
I may not wear lucky pants, but I still have a few people out there who forgive me for my sins. For that, I am grateful.
I once heard an old farmer shout, when the shit was flying and it seemed that all of life was against him, "Yeah, Bejus. Don't worry about the mule. You just load the wagon." He waved his fist at the sky. He was a tough old bird.
But you reach a point where, when you pile something new on the wagon, something old has to fall off, because that's all the wagon will hold. The mule may be able to pull it, but you can't stack any more shit on that wagon.
I'm at that point now. But I'm still waving my fist at the sky.
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