The major problem with being an alcoholic (semi-functioning one with a brain) is that you are smart enough to talk yourself out of necessary tasks that need to be tasked and stupid enough to not realize you are deluding yourself into thinking that nothing else matters, ‘cept maintenance drinking.
This is a delicate tight-wire you have precariously put yourself upon for no real good reason.
You Sailor on.
Trying to maintain some semblance of ‘balance.’
It is a delicate dance.
And you are smart enough to know how the story must end.
Yet you hurdle on into the dark void of your madness.
(Or maybe no one has time anymore to invest in watching something of quality—twenty second sound bites is what they want…)
Now, I am not being arrogant.
Ok, maybe a little pompous,
I have the attention span of a drunk gnat myself
Some things are worth the time invested.
“Uh…. I have posted some of this man’s work before…
But no one ‘watched’ (Uhhhh, your loss).
Watch this one. It is for ‘thinking’ peeps (as were the others)
I try to ‘share’ things that are thought provoking and relevant and entertaining.
But, what the hell, right? You can only beat a dead horse so long before it falls apart and becomes disgusting.
I shoot high. Sometimes I shoot low.
Sometimes I hit.
Sometimes I miss.
But I always shoot.
And always with good intent.
I just want folks to enjoy some of the things that enrich my life.
And maybe enrich yours.”
(Ed. Note: There is a slight pause at the beginning of the video. This is intentional by the author–I am guessing here–but do NOT think that that is the end of the video. It is almost 20 minutes long and worth every minute of time spent watching.)
So, I suddenly realized that my auto insurance expired two days ago.
I have been ‘with’ Progressive over 9 years for my insurance needs.
Paying just the bare amount to be ‘legal’. Don’t need no ‘comprehensive.’ Don’t need a million dollars worth of collateral dead man walking compensation. Don’t need no protection from “Acts of God.”
Oh Hell No!
I just wanna be ‘legal.’
Been paying about $250 and change for six months coverage.
I went to the Progressive web site to renew my policy, but while there I tried to inform them that I was no longer in Memphis.
Their web site is broken.
So I got on the telephone.
Got someone named “George” or “Randy” or “Wilfred” or whatever. Don’t matter.
Turns out he was a “Soy Boy.”
But more on that later.
He’s like, “Well, before we can continue, I need to ask you a series of questions. Will take about 15 minutes. Do you agree to this?”
“Sure,” I said. “Got no pressing engagements at this moment; fire away.”
Now, mind you, Gentle Readers, I have been ‘with’ Progressive Insurance for quite some time.
They already know everything about me, save for my new Home of Record which is the only reason I had to telephone them. But I am a patient man and realize there are dumb-ass corporate ‘dances’ that must be danced, so I answered all the redundant questions.
Finally got to the punch line:
“Ok, Willard, Wilfred, Randy… How much my ‘New’ Texas Policy gonna set me back?”
“Four hundred and sixty-three dollars. Would you like to go ahead and renew now?”
“Whoa! Wait a second there Hot-Rod! Please explain to me why the same policy I had in Tennessee costs double in Texas.”
“Well, it’s a different state.”
“No shit. Tell ya what, I am gonna ‘shop’ this around. If I cannot do better, then I will call you back. No, strike that! Do you have Flo’s personal number?”
“Flo is not a real person,” he said.
“Well then, I am gonna call the Geico Gecko. Bye!“