Bagels & Coffee
It makes me mad, mad at myself, mad at the World, mad at you, mad at them, mad. Just plain fucking mad. It drives me nuts not to be, to be and to pretend. I hate what I am, what I could be, what I want to be, where I should be because I hate what I am.
I loose sleep, I loose touch, I loose concentration, because I’ve lost, will loose and can’t, should, will but…
Passed the age of 70, my grandfather went on a hunting trip with one of my uncles in Northern Ontario sometime back in the late 70s. At one point during an excursion in the woods, my uncle lost trace of my grandfather. He was able to return to base camp and call in the Forrest Ranger for assistance. Meanwhile, my grandfather’s survival skills kicked in. He was never in the army but he did grow up in rural New Brunswick working his ass off in logging camps and in the fields. Back then, men knew how to kill to survive and were made rough.
Forrest Rangers and local authorities searched for my grandfather for two days in the woods - just as they were about to give up, a helicopter flying over a patch of boulders spotted him. There was my grandfather, with his riffle in one hand, one knee on the ground, waiting on the highest rock.
A-fuckin-MAZING.
Having a hard time?
Throw on some shades and have a scotch.
Mad Men style.
You pussy.
I’ve been catching up on Mad Men pretty much every Sunday as AMC is running all the episodes before the launch of the new season on March 25. I’m up to season 4 and I’m even more in love with the style of the show.
The most interesting fact of the season is by far the downfall of the iconic Don Draper. Although not a complete downfall we do feel as if Don isn’t fully in his ‘game’ as we’ve known him to be. New firm, new life and what seems to be a lot of loneliness. Is it odd to say that we’ve all been there ? Making it easier for all of us to relate to his état d’être.
When I look upon the past year and the upcoming months, I can’t help but compare (as if nobody compares their lives to fictional tv shows ?), my life to the ups and downs portrayed in the show. It’s scary how sometimes reality meets fiction.
I think I’m going to start keeping a bottle of Canadian Club in my desk, you know, just in case.
