I’m not sure today happened

Chilled and soft
The stonefruit aches
Enamel cuts through
moist damp flesh.
The soft fur
Gives way tonight
Beneath the rising moon
His thirst is quenched

-Peach
-Alex Jennings

First of all - that’s a goat wearing a sweater.  And he’s not just wearing a sweater…he’s wearing a sweater while catching snow on his tongue.  Seriously.  Are you fucking kidding me?  It just doesn’t get any cuter.

So today - I met with a knee surgeon today.  I expected nothing but doom and gloom - i’m kinda grey - so the D&G scenario suit me pretty well.  I was thankfully surprised to hear that the metalwork that went in back in ‘94 seems to be very much still in place.  I’m thrilled.  But - I’m going for an MRI next week so we can try to isolate the insane swelling in my pants.  The knee part of my pants. 

While I sat in his office waiting for x-rays.  I got a text message from a friend - she asked about my knee and I mentioned the hardware that got drilled into place back in July of ‘94.  And the strangest feeling came over me.  I realized that the two screws, seven inches of mesh, and 1″ metal plate, very well may be my oldest possessions.  Since then, i’ve seen many cars, stereos, tvs, computers, pets, beds, clothes, etc.  And I was somehow, just a little emotional about the fact that the most painful (physically speaking) thing that i’ve been through, is somehow, the “thing” that knows me best.  It’s as though pain and injury is my friend.  I don’t know a better way to explain it…it’s as thought pain is all I really know.

Now a friend from NY once said to me, “well, don’t you welcome the pain a little, because it’s a way to get attention?”  And at first I was just stunned that someone would say something like that.  Then I stepped back to try and really focus on what he was saying - and then I immediately wanted his life shortened. 

(ENTER SARCASM) Sure - I love being hobbled.  The sporadic limping - the fear of sliding on ice and doing serious damage. I love that i don’t go to the beach - because the waves crashing into it actually cause pain.  I love that if i ever have a kid - there simply will be no crawling with him, or chasing her around the yard.  Yeah - the “hey buddy, how are you feeling,” makes up for never being able to ski, or to jog.

Ugh - i’m held together with glue and good intentions.  But, I got home from work - ate 2 percocets and fell asleep.  And here’s the payoff.  I slept through the phone, through the dog barking and through the most amazing and electric dreams I can recall.

I can’t wait to go into details tomorrow - but I will say this - Tanya, Jenny, Kaycee, Tammy, A man named Cactus, A bag of Doritos, Sting, My Dad, and a drunk angel  all showed up in it.  I woke up actually laughing out loud.  How does that happen?  I’m not really sure.

I bet that goat wakes up laughing.  He’s fucking awesome.  I would name him Duncan and let him sleep indoors.  I bet someone must love him a lot to have knitted him that sweater.

And to Victoria - thanks for your tiny little comment - it made my day.  You are just good for goodness sake.

There’s a bed - and it’s screaming my name.

Talk to you tomorrow, with visions of sugar plumbs and well..shit like that.

-The Stranger