To be clear, I am an asshole. You are an asshole. Everyone I know and everyone you know is an asshole. These are the facts. These things are indisputable. Not to your mother, not to your best friend, not to that cute little waitress that you keep over-tipping even though her service sucks, but to someone out there, you are indeed an asshole.
I discovered and learned to embrace my own ass-holiness recently when it was pointed out to me by someone in my employ that I was indeed an asshole. He didn't say the words. He didn't yell at me or even curse me behind my back. He simply agreed to do a job, the way I had asked him to do it and then, - wait for it- wait- of course, then he DIDN'T do it.
For a moment, I was mystified, shocked, maybe even a little blown away. Had I not kissed the ass of this asshole hard or long enough? Did my cash bounce? I mean, I had just handed it to him. Did my twenties and fifties suddenly lose their value once they slipped from my hand into his pocket? Somehow in less than a minute I had transformed like an X-Man with worthless powers from a pretty decent guy into just another prick who was holding this man DOWN.
F*%k! I hate when that happens. Not again!!!!! Back to the lab boys, back to the lab....
She disarms me with a smile. She whispers a tiny secret and I am defenseless. She winks without the corners of her mouth turning up and I think that God has created a new universe with stars placed perfectly on the backdrop of the black tar sky. To her, I am no asshole. I am the purveyor of her wishes and the sandman for her dreams.
Perhaps this way, they will not hinder me from my true purpose, they will not delay me on my trek to her smile and my steaming cup of coffee. Bent over and walking backwards with my face in my shins I doubt if they hear my screams to get out of the way but they do. I have been recognized, I am bonafide. They scurry away like fleas from a freshly dipped dog, They have to move for I have wishes to grant and dreams to make come true!
As usual, thank you for reading. The images included in this blog remain the property of their owners. Until next we meet, keep it clean kids. No fish hooks, no biting and no eye gouging. Oh wait, biting is alright.
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