[late nite ponderings on the eve of Game 6]

I went to a friend's house today (he's actually become a good friend of Ecks) and he and his roomies put together a little collage on their kitchen wall. Yeah, there were two pics of her up there. I felt a sudden longing for her that made me a little sad. Sad because we were once happy together. Sad because now she has a life which I am no longer a part of. Sad because one of the pictures was a classic picture of her that made me miss how pretty she is. So yeah, that sucked for awhile.

A customer came into the store and when I told her about the World Series she said, "Who cares? There are more important things out there to worry about like that weirdo shooting all those innocent people on the East Coast." [ed. note: this was pre-arrest of the two criminals]

Actually I do care.

It's little things like the Giants and World Series fever which allows you to escape to that little place that is able to comfort and bring a little happiness to your life. Though it may only last for a few hours it is still a way to escape all the pressures, decisions, drama, trauma and heartache that make human emotions so unique. Equally as unique is the 'happy place' some of are able to escape to.

Like I said below, I'm singing in a free concert today at Knuth Hall at SF State. We're hosting a High School Choral Festival which culminates in a concert where every school, including ours, performs. So yeah, peeps, it's a free concert. Then as soon as that's done, I'm seeing where the family is and going to celebrate a hopeful World Series Championship.

Oh yeah, my answer to that customer?

"I actually care."

GO GIANTS
and
Make Mine Music

~No Tations~