bottle 14 or the silence is broken

i guess you felt like we were awful quiet there for a minute. in all honesty we were, more to circumstance than whiskey. sometimes  you have to be a business, man. this was my theoretical intro. i wrote it drunk, but not on fighting cock. it was a note to myself. to be picked apart and re-examined at a different stage.

now i’m not exactly sure. we kind of stumbled off to our other devices, jaded from bottle 13, busy with a life without fighting cock. how shocking is that? we actually got there, early in my opinion. it was not as much a conscious decision as it was more a whim towards self preservation. or at least holding down employment.

so what was in this silence? this fighting cock-less world? well, to be quite honest, a good amount. life moves way too fast sometimes. it gets beyond your control.with or without the fighting cock.

thomas jefferson’s idea on public education was that you got to a certain point and you either learned a trade or moved on to another level. the other level was one in which you were supposed to become a better citizen, an asset to your community and country.

i would argue that i am neither (for community nor country), and that no one of the collegiate system could debate their stature in those regards either. well maybe some could. i don’t have that experience so there is no need for me to assume, which is a slippery slope.

when you assume you make an asshole out of “me” and “you”, even though the “you” doesn’t really fit. what a dumb goddamn saying. unless you count it as when “you assume.” i guess that’s what it means but that’s bullshit though. man up and realize we are no where near as smart as we think and when we become honest with ourselves and each other it only complicates matters. that is today’s lesson.

flogging with vengeance. we have catching up to do.