I must apologize to my readers that give me time out of their precious lives to read my posts. My earlier post was horrible. I knew it was horrible when I was writing it. It lacked honesty and emotion. It was pedantic. It was as ordinary as washing dishes. And I’m sorry.
Sometimes I am pedantic. Sometimes I lack inspiration. And when that happens my language becomes, in a word, pedestrian.
So I’m writing this to you on my iPhone, in twilight while in the company of one of my best friends Paron.
Paron and I spend an hour in the morning and an hour in the evening together. It is with Paron that I afford myself time to think. Think honestly. Paron is my cigar.
Paron isn’t a lover. Although I enjoy him, taste him, savor him, and enjoy our times together, Paron doesn’t inspire me. My Parisian inspires me.
There is nothing that comes between me and Paron. Even my Parisian awaits his turn. He cares for Paron as much as I do. He likes Paron on my breath, on my clothes, and in my beard. He thinks that the aroma of Paron is intoxicating. How lovely, I think, that my Parisian isn’t the least bit jealous of my friendship with Paron.
I cherish my hours with Paron. But Paron is a habit. Some would say a bad habit.
But my Parisian is a gift which I enjoy unwrapping and re wrapping several times a day.
activity. I wired money. Money! I wired money to the financial scam of the world, South Africa. South Africa! Based solely on the request made via texts, or telephone calls. It wasn’t until late one night when my eyes shot open and I fully understood my degree of folly! Artem had said he’d been robbed, at gun point of all his possessions including his passport, financial documents, checks, deposit slips, South African Revenue Service tax payments. To show me his “true intent” he scanned his passport and a check he received from Steele Modeling Agency (a very reputable company, known worldwide). The check was of such a large denomination that I had to enlarge it on my screen and carefully count the zeroes. But having worked for years for families with very high net worth, I knew a thing or two about checks.
number. The one at the top is the check number. Here’s the rub: I couldn’t identify the routing number, but the account number looked suspiciously odd: 12345678. And the check number sequence was 101.
the whiskers of man burn my neck; rather than listening to the soft mews and purrs of my kisses landing on throats and chests and nipples, I’d been shouting my love at the precipice of an echo canyon, and patiently awaiting my own voice in return.
Recently I’ve been intrigued with the ideas of creativity and greatness. What most of us think of as creativity is limited to the arts like writing, painting, dancing, acting, and sculpting. What people don’t consider is athletics. But think of the greats like Michael Jordan, Johnny Orr, Alex Rodriguez, Mario Andretti, Richard Petty, Joe Montana, Brett Favre, Jean-Claude Killy, Apollo Ono, Evgeni Plushenko, and Michelle Kwan.
he’d practised hundreds of times before; creating the hole requires a pulling guard to double team the defensive tackle and the center to move the nose guard to the right causing a gap in the defensive line and subsequent hole; theoretically, in the gap normally covered by the middle linebacker reading a run, but who now reads a pass from the secondary, yelling “pass pass!” The safety bumps and runs with the wide receivers as the tight end drops back to move the defensive right tackle to protect the quarterbacks blind side, while the fullback picks up a nimble cornerback blitzing wide, but the fullback buries him in the backfield; the the handoff finally happens just as the hole appears like an apparition in a dense fog; a hole, first imagined by a coach on a sheet of paper, placed in a playbook as “off-tackle left on two”; practised hundreds of times but
never recognized by the RB; but now, the hole has opened and he’s about to step through the paradigm and into a new future; what’s on the other side of the hole, what does the future hold; this is creativity at its rawest form; this is the result of imagination and practice; it’s a coach’s hypotheses, an offensive lines determination, and an RB’s commitment to his future; yet, he hesitates until he hears his conscience telling to run through the hole; then he runs headlong through the gap while realizing that the 
hole isn’t the future, it’s simply a doorway, his future lies on the other side of the threshold.
