January 2011
10 posts
when preparing to stand up from being stomped...
remember: gently rise with your chin up, wipe off your brow, dust off the dirt, close your eyes, inhale deeply, open your eyes, exhale.
con amor, R.Calderon.
when you are stomped on
and you’re laying on the floor, feeling beat. your face is scraped and you’ve lost a tooth, and one of your ribs is cracked…
it feels kind of nice to just lay there for a moment.
actually, i think it is absolutely necessary to lay there for a moment.
so let me lay in the puddle of my own blood, for now.
con amor, R.Calderon.
Cha11enges.
Well, it is the beginning of a new year, and much like last year, I find myself in a familiar position: setting goals and challenges to strive for and live up to.
Last year, the culprit was a duo of fullerton policemen and highway patrol officers who really kicked my ass into gear; this year, it is the scum-of-the-earth debt collectors who are serving as the catalyst. Irregardless of who or what...