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i found myself on a golf course late this afternoon for the first time in a year(s). not inspired by tom watson so much (and boy did he choke on that par put on 72 … a sad ending) but more because of the cold wave that passed through last night.

the dilemma, however, was that the thought of getting stuck in a group of fucking golfers and having to talk to them was unbearable to me today, so i almost didn’t go. but the thought of being alone with something different to do than what i’ve been doing alone lately was enough for me to try to tempt fate.

the place was a beautiful graveyard.

i step to the first tee. eyeball the scene. little par 3. no yard markers anywhere, but i don’t care, i’m not even keeping score. something says “7 iron.” i do three or four back twists, bend over and touch my toes once or twice. take two practice swings. stick a shot about four feet from the hole. drain the put. the kid’s one under after one.

why is nobody ever around to see these moments? nobody ever sees me do anything worth a good god damn, but when i run a red light at 3:30 in the morning driving home from a strip club in port allen, i got a full fucking audience. an audience, i might ad, who won’t let me forget that i was debating obama’s health care plan with a back seat passenger at the time of the infraction.

shameful.

i ended up shooting 9 over (but those were strict summer rules and no gimmies).

the round was too short and i was back in shamsi rue’s mythical lonesome town before i knew it (a place that sounded better in song than it feels in flesh).

this is your life.

so … two xanax and jeff tweedy’s sunken treasure. i had the coda to the song sunken treasure in my head all day. music is my savior. i was maimed by rock and roll. i love that part. but the dvd was unreadable at that part.

so it goes.

the whole tweedy thing was really kinda weird. i can’t tell if it was inspiring or whatever the direct opposite of inspiring would be.

course it could be the pills.

and i really think the dog has almost given up on me.

but he’ll probably accompany me on a midnight walk around the lake again tonight, cause he’s got nothing better to do, and he’s still a true shade of blue. a lot truer than me.

i could learn a thing or two …

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