a Gift From A Friend…

there are those moments in life when everything is in sync. The grooves match up, the sun sets and the light is majestic, the birds fly and the cats purrrrrr…all in sync.

Today is not that day.

Today started my week of “work” though I wasn’t at work. I had a class for work, and I awoke in Batshitcrazytown.
I awoke at Batshitcrazytown, happy and stupid and delerious as normal. Then I realized that my KEYS to my car that held the PRODUCTS FOR THE CLASS were in a town about 35 miles north of BSCT in the boy’s pickup.

yup.
there is a pickup.
a truck.
a chevy if you will.

I say all of this to say THIS: he drove back. drove back from the working to give me my keys so that I might go about my day of class and friends and napping on my couch and loving my livestock and re-settling into MY house and MY life…going to watch some football with my friends, going to watch comedy with my friends, having a much needed, long overdue phonecall with Chrome…only to say to me on the phone…
nope. I”m not mad. Not mad that your phone is dead. not mad that you’re out…should I be?
nope.

i just expected him to be. Expected him to be annoyed or mad or whatever… for me being…ME.

but nope. he’s not. he’s fine.

and so I get home to find this…this gift of my song for my day for my life from my friend…who is going thru some shit…She is amazing.

enjoy.
oh and friends? I love him. and I love you. and I love this song.

Mad Mission”

We were drinking like the Irish
But we were drinking scotch
Bartender turned on a movie
Everybody turned to watch
And every single eye was gleaming
As he reached the final scene
Well, at least mine did
Here’s lookin’ at you, kid

It’s a mad mission
Under difficult conditions
not everybody makes it
To the loving cup
It’s a mad mission
But I got the ambition
Mad, mad mission
sign me up

I think I’ve seen the look before,yes,
it’s kind of non-commital
It says come hither, baby, but then he’s hard wood to whittle
it says it don’t mean a thing, but still, somebody does
He’d like you to join the club that likes to say
there’s no such thing as love and

It’s a mad mission
Under difficult conditions
not everybody makes it
To the loving cup
It’s a mad mission
But I got the ambition
Mad, mad mission
sign me up

Sometimes you find yourself
flying low at night
Flying blind and looking for
Any sign of light
You’re cold and scared, and all alone
You’d do anything just to make it home

It’s a mad mission
Under difficult conditions
not everybody makes it
To the loving cup
It’s a mad mission
But I got the ambition
Mad, mad mission
sign me up