January 07, 2005
Quinton has another basketball game tonight and I'm going to watch it. This one is in the Rincon Elementary School gym, which isn't far from my house. The game last night was played in the boonies on the other side of Springfield, 18 miles away, and I almost never located the place, even after 30 minutes of searching the back roads.
I cannot see at night anymore.
I worked shiftwork for a lot of my life, and I preferred to drive at night back in those days. I had no trouble staying awake, even if everybody else in the car fell asleep, and I could shoot through Atlanta at 4:00 AM with almost no traffic on the road. Just turn up the stereo, put the pedal to the metal and burn some gas. WHEEE-HAWWW!
Of course, I saw perfectly fine at night back then. My, how times have changed.
Either my rods or cones have burnt out from abuse over the years. I cannot see SHIT at night anymore, especially if I encounter some dickwit with his high-beams on coming at me on a two-lane road. I've lost all depth perception already, even if I'm on the road by myself at night--- it's like everything I see is painted on the windshield--- and if you ALSO shine a bright light in my face, I can't see ANYTHING.
I seldom drive after dark anymore. I KNOW that I am a menace to society on the road. Some people say that my problem is a result of the eye-surgery I had to correct my near-sightedness in 1996. I don't think so. I believe that I'm just an old fart now.
Hell, my legs ain't what they once were, my dick damn sure ain't what it once was, my ass ain't what it used to be, my hair has turned
But I'm still going to that basketball game tonight.
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