Hello sailor pt. X

Don't ask where some of the "Hello sailor" posts have gone. I'll go with the Guitar Wolf answer and maybe leave it blank. Whatever. I'll tell you what I don't like: I don't like headaches and I seem to be getting them more and more frequently than what I think I'm actually entitled to. Maybe the frequence in which these headaches appear has a direct correlation to the unofficial sabbatical of the suicide of slow turners. I'm in my 30's now.
In this time I have gotten a tattoo. Fallen off a tree [playing Tarzan of the Apes no less AND in front of a potential Jane]. Been in one massive car wreck. Been pawned around by the high sheriffs. Had my foreskin trounced by my blue jean zippers (recovered nicely -- but not without some pain). Had two successful Art Basels with my partner Patti HER. Seen an awesome The Eat reunion show, slowly rebuilt my record collection, had a near miss, had cute car troubles that took me on a chase across Florida, drank at the fucking awesome Copper Rocket in Maitland, was bitten by a kitten, met nice people, perfected certain dishes I like to prepare and learned some new ones.
And it means nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Some good things have happened that stand out better than others but in the end when pavement threatens to enter the mouth; good or bad cease to matter. I wish I could tell you something clever my old man has taught me but truth be told I probably wasn't paying the attention deserved when it was uttered. I do remember the one about living without conflict. I like that one cuz it applies to any facet of life. I'll pass that down to my kids or nieces/nephews. I'll tell 'em to make something useful for others because things like that tend to last and last and last.
Consumer goods tend to last. Good ones anyways.
Identify your capybara named Tahoma that comes in with a slow creep and seeks to destroy you.
Identify, neutralize and create.


Any Negative Approach fans out there?