Well it's February now, the holidays might have been a nice distraction but now they're over and we've been forced back to reality. Personally I have not been having such a pleasant time, quite contrary- it has been awful.
Sometimes life kicks you in the balls real hard and you can't help falling down- and then you're just down on the dirt, in pain, reduced to the fetal position... That's what recently happened to me, life kicked me real hard on the balls and I've been feeling down since. Now if you think I'm trying to complain or mope about something then think again. I'm not one to welcome feelings of "sympathy" from people anyway, I'm just trying to communicate a state of mind or rather a state of being. Now you might say "well why the heck do I care then Z?" Well because in my "impaired" state I've somewhat lost touch with people and have not been too good replying to emails or calls. It's not you it's me. I'll get back to you...maybe.
Anyway, enough with the happy talk lets get serious now. The other day I went to the theater to watch the new Resident Evil movie, which was AWESOME, if you haven't seen it yet do me a favor and go watch it now. Well afterward I came home and found that a strange package had arrived for me. It was a small wooden crate about 1ft x 1 1/2ft x1ft (I'm not sure if that's how you write the dimensions but whatever). I couldn't help but notice all of the red letters "Handle with care," "This side up." There were six screws involved to open the crate, who sends a package in a scary crate?! My first thought was "I better get my lazy neighbor to open this- I don't want to be near this crate when it's detonated and EXPLODES!"
just kidding I didn't think that....
After a few minutes of consideration I decided to open the crate, so I grabbed a pair of scissors and with one edge I began to - one by one - slowly unscrew each screw off of the box. I finally got the top opened and saw a bunch of bubble plastic and before removing it I kept thinking to myself "Please God let it be bars of gold, come on bars of gold, bars of gold, bars of gold, bars of gold..."
What?! like you wouldn't be thinking the same thing. Anyway the crate ended up containing four items
1. A cheesy Valentine's card
2. A letter written on a yellow notepad
3. A box of gas station chocolates
4. A textbook on Elementary Hindi
Now let me give you a little background on this- recently I became very upset at a friend of mine that resulted in the severing of the friendship. After a while of not talking he decides to send me a scary crate as a sort of "peace offering"....And you know what I say to this?!?!?!???? - Peace offering ACCEPTED
This person went through the trouble to write me a poorly written letter full of grammatical errors, and ultimately inconveniencing me by sending me items in a wooden crate that now I have to dispose of....and possibly splinter my fingers in the process. That just touched my heart and lightened my day, so thank you. Now as this has been so very sudden I am only sorry that I don't have a gift to reciprocate. What I do have is this song that I would like to dedicate to my friend. I think he would enjoy it because he tends to like songs by white boy wannabe rappers-
Congratulations....You're still a Scoundrel