I was in a bad mood yesterday. I played horrible golf. I don’t know if playing horrible golf is what put me in a bad mood or being in a bad mood is what made me play terrible golf. The secret to playing good golf is course management. The key to success is allowing your good shots to compensate for your not so good shots—-and so it goes for life management.
After golf, we went downtown to the Casino where I drank beer and lost forty bucks (imagine that!). I don’t know if not winning kept me in a bad mood or being in a bad mood is what caused me to lose. Winning at gambling doesn’t depend so much on the cards you’ve drawn, but more so on how you play the hand you’ve been given—-and so it goes for the game of life.
Now I was drunk, broke and in a worse mood—–Another doomed walk on the wild-side—(and the colored girls go)—-doot da doot— da doot—- da doot doo—- doot dat doot—da doot—- da doot doo). Finding one’s way into the wild is always much easier than fighting one’s way back out, just consider the plight of Christopher Johnson and his ill-fated mis-adventure documented in the book—-“Into The Wild”.
When we got back home, I drank more beer>>>>>burp…. I became ornery and picked a fight with my girl—-At this point, I’m holding the entire world in contempt——————what a mess—I’m a mess—-everything’s a mess. The committee of individuals who govern my personality have been overthrown by a kook—a madman, a creep and a weirdo. The nice guys, the polite ones, the peace makers, the ones who give a shit about anything, have been run off and put on hiatus—–I fuckin did it–-again!
I believe that we can’t separate who we are, from what we do——or what we do, from who we are. Jesus once said, “You’ll recognize them by their fruit. Are grapes gathered from thorn-bushes or figs from thistles?” Although, in this metaphor he’s referring to false prophets—–but for me, it’s a truth that speaks to us all.