"Today Is The 22nd Day Of August In The Year Of Our Lords. 2012."

It Is Now Post Time.
We're Off.
You look at your calender, you look at your computer, you look at your schedule, and say no way, It can't be , August 22nd, 2012, but it is..March back across the fields of time with me, to those days of yesteryear, when I was a young Simpleton, growing up in Manayunk..go back as far as grade school, when I hadn't even heard of BurgerVille..My friends were, Tommy Flaherty, Pat Renshaw, Dave Morris, Plain Morris, Monk Moran, Lionel Guerra, Fred Turtle, Pepe Torres, wanna throw Butch and Babe in the mix, but they didn't arrive on the scene until about 1958-1959..Most of these boys grew into manhood with me..Well they grew into manhood, I don't know what the fuck I grew into..We had a lot of fun in the summer, most of it revolved around sports, we had all kinds of games...Wire Ball, Wall Ball, Kick Ball, Dodge Ball, Kick the Wickie, and many more..It was a great time, and a great place to grow up..but about this time every year little Simple started too withdraw, yep started hearing things like, school will be starting soon, and summer will be ending..No more nights down the corner..No more baseball everyday, no more gang hidey back the club..no more of anything that I loved..It was almost time too go back to St. John's Parochial Prison For Kids..Get my ass kicked at least three times a week, by the nuns, then have to answer to my parents, well not so much my Dad, but my Mom,   have a punishment every weekend, drift off during class into a great wire ball game...count the freight trains, listen to that bell chime, and know it was only 10 bells, we were in there till about 4...Man what a nightmare..I honestly don't know how I learned anything, but I always got good marks and always flunked self control and conduct...Hmmmmm, maybe somethings never change..When Simple says withdrawal, I mean withdrawal. I would lay in bed at night and could not believe the summer was ending, I would get the sweats, and throw Chipper the fuck off of my head,.., but sure enough that most dreaded of dread holidays (if you can call it that) Labor day was storming on us...As I grew older I tried to realize that it is much better living in the present moment.. Yeah, it is easy to say hard to do... but in reality, the past is gone, it is fine too visit, but you can't stay there, and the future ain't here yet, but it is fine to speculate but that may cause you angst or unwarranted happiness..So, the best bet is live for today..In essence it is all we have..Worry and Guilt, two wasted emotions if you think about it..If you are really worried about something to where it is immobilizing you, do something about it, or at least try..and if you feel guilty about something you did, forgive yourself, I am sure in most cases it was not that bad, and try not to do it again...So, todays lesson from the OLD PHILOSOPHER....Can't stop the angst from summer coming to an end, it is inherent in my psyche..Can try the present moment living it works most of the time, especially with Vodka..Worries, who doesn't have them, just try and not let them rule or ruin you...Guilt, we all got some, just don't live with it...There, how do you like that, some profound musings from The Simpleton..., because if I didn't have any profound musings evidently no one else around her would....WHERE THE FUCK IS PLAIN???? WHACKER....WHERE THE FUCK IS THE GENERAL!! Laughing right now...WHERE THE FUCK IS MCLOST...Probably lost somewhere across the spans of time...lighten up a little, stop worrying for the day, lose the guilt and HUMPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111