I find it kind of funny
I kind it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
Simple joys are the best.
An expertly done rack of ribs.
An overnight snowstorm and a carful of friends, headed to the mountain at 8 a.m.
Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
A cat in your lap, a really good book and nothing but time.
Learning a Beatles song on the guitar.
Coming home to someone who missed you.
The Jackson 5.
Getting an unexpected email from an old friend.
Driving with the windows down and the music up.
Laughing until your stomach hurts.
A cold river in a kayak on a hot day.
YouTube.
Seeing a bald eagle.
Crossing the last thing off of a list.
Howard Stern on Sirius satellite radio.
Going to a park.
Mom's homemade pie at Thanksgiving.
Laying in bed with someone.
An exquisitely packed trunk. (That's for you, Josh, if you're reading.)
A cold beer.
A pennant race.
Deer in your backyard.
A really funny bumpersticker.
The Weinermobile.
Maximus screaming, "Are you not entertained?"
The end of Donnie Darko.
The end of Fight Club.
The baptism scene in The Godfather, in which Michael settles all family scores.
John Bohnam. John Henry Bonham.
Re-visiting your old fears and realizing you've grown.
Knowing who you are.
Owning who you are.
A reuben made with tender love and sauerkraut.
A blowjob.
A knowing smirk.
The waiter remembering your name.
The bartender remembering your drink.
A friend remembering your birthday. (OCTOBER 3RD. IT'S A FRIDAY THIS YEAR. I WILL BE 39.)
((39!! Jesus, at some point here, I am going to have to consider growing up.))
An expertly done rack of ribs.
An overnight snowstorm and a carful of friends, headed to the mountain at 8 a.m.
Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
A cat in your lap, a really good book and nothing but time.
Learning a Beatles song on the guitar.
Coming home to someone who missed you.
The Jackson 5.
Getting an unexpected email from an old friend.
Driving with the windows down and the music up.
Laughing until your stomach hurts.
A cold river in a kayak on a hot day.
YouTube.
Seeing a bald eagle.
Crossing the last thing off of a list.
Howard Stern on Sirius satellite radio.
Going to a park.
Mom's homemade pie at Thanksgiving.
Laying in bed with someone.
An exquisitely packed trunk. (That's for you, Josh, if you're reading.)
A cold beer.
A pennant race.
Deer in your backyard.
A really funny bumpersticker.
The Weinermobile.
Maximus screaming, "Are you not entertained?"
The end of Donnie Darko.
The end of Fight Club.
The baptism scene in The Godfather, in which Michael settles all family scores.
John Bohnam. John Henry Bonham.
Re-visiting your old fears and realizing you've grown.
Knowing who you are.
Owning who you are.
A reuben made with tender love and sauerkraut.
A blowjob.
A knowing smirk.
The waiter remembering your name.
The bartender remembering your drink.
A friend remembering your birthday. (OCTOBER 3RD. IT'S A FRIDAY THIS YEAR. I WILL BE 39.)
((39!! Jesus, at some point here, I am going to have to consider growing up.))
posted by Joe at
7:34 PM
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