I Think Coexisting With Another Life Form

I Think The Real Reason Is That Life Has No Meaning. I Mean, No Obvious Meaning. You Wake Up, You Go To Work, You Do Stuff. I Think Everybody's Always Looking For Something A Little Unusual That Can Preoccupy Them And Help Pass The Time.

Sometimes I Think I've Figured Out Some Order In The Universe, But Then I Find Myself In Florida

I Love Tearing Things Out Of The Ground. I Love Digging And Discarding. I Love Pruning. In Fact, I Love Pruning So Much That I Once Gave Myself Carpal-tunnel Syndrome Because I Attacked A Trumpet Vine With So Much Dedication.

What's Funny Is That The Idea Of Popularity - Even The Use Of The Word 'popular' - Is Something That Had Been Mostly Absent From My Life Since Junior High. In Fact, The Hallmark Of Life After Junior High Seemed To Be The Shedding Of Popularity As A Central Concern.

In An Interesting Inversion Of Status, The Reigning Breed In The Dog Park These Days Is The Really-oddball-unidentifiable-mixed-breed-mutt-found-wandering-the-street Or Its Equivalent. The Stranger The Mutt The Better; The More Peculiar The Circumstance Of It Coming Into Your Life, The Better.