Astral Samurai

I woke up late to my phone ringing, my wife was calling. I tossed and turned a couple of times and picked up eventually, "Hello..." I said in a rather grouchy voice. "Where the fuck are you and who is she?!" she screamed. "What...Its...like early...I'm in Illinois...Can you call back I'm still exhausted." I said rather weakly. It was actually around 11:30 AM but to me it felt like 6 AM. "Early? Have you been doing drugs and picking up women?!" She said still accusatory. I rubbed my eyes, "No god damn it! I'm in a shitty hotel, with no coffee or fuckin' continental breakfast." I heard her exhale and a distant pen breaking. "Good, when are you coming back?" she asked. I really didn't want to think right now, but now that I was up my stomach was beginning to growl. "Uhh how am I supposed to know, all I know is I'm heading out to California to see my family out there and a friend." I sa...

September started off calmly, with the weather heating up, clear blue skies then a flush of humidity, and finally a cooling release of rain. I should've been a weather man. I did most of the work on the guitar on and off all month. Gluing it together piece by piece, then sanding and finishing. I was afraid to do the last part, stringing it up, what would she, Krista sound like? I nervously anticipated the final guitar, here I was with my mind focused on something else completely. There was a little girl in my head asking, "Mommy why doesn't he finish the story?" "Because we all make mistakes honey."  "But why mommy, why?" Here I was cycling through memories knowing they'd all been true but unlike most people no rearranging them. This will always be my flaw, a 20/20 memory that will one day run out. They'll wait til this man is on his last leg, no good ideas left, stripped of even the memories he left behind with himself. That ...