A seasons super-fickle losses at the hands of the enticements of libations and a love for the outdoors, orient one's senses of the "Real World" heavily.
It's been the summer of the Banjo. Hard, fast and fun. Musical festivities, outdoor endangerment's and the pride of living life to it's fullest definition. Although - that all has it's price, and it is quite a large bill. All roads lead to the bank I suppose, or Starbucks. That big green beacon of caffeinated bliss. All the while a symphonic soundtrack of life does not-per say- play but emanates life. Your life. It's hopes, dreams, and probably some bad decisions. All of them are then projected upon what lie ahead of you. Acceptance put most "Bad Decisions"to rest . I find my peace of mind at a Starbucks bistro table and a Double Shot. It's where I understand what's going on and things go as planned. The Starbucks on the other hand is a loud, continual battle for that fix between those damn junkies and a meeting ground for local dogs. Stewart wont tell you he'd rather sit at home but he sure dislikes the idea sitting outside while I make peace with the rest of the suburban world.
Incomplete... more to follow stay tunned.
Al!
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