After an entire week on the printing floor at Phantomoshop, Milwaukee, it’s time to bust out those suds.
I get out some these days, but not too much. I consider my ‘hobby’ my ‘work’, my ‘work’ my ‘play’ and my ‘play’ one of my many disciplines. I decided long ago that rich in happiness was the ticket for me, although happiness sure can feel like imprisonment if a balance of priority is thwarted.
You see, condemned not is the ‘Underdog’, because the ‘Underdog’ always has to work ‘twice as hard’, a credo I always seemed to respect over ‘fluff’. Suds over fluff … you know the suds be working while the ‘fluff’? Well…
‘If I didn’t work for it, it isn’t worth a double-dip.’ This still loops in my mind. Livin’ the ‘dream’ … yea, right. Man, I just wanted an ice-cream cone.
Pride is a killer. Tell ’em Sly.
Hmmmm … I gotta get back to work, it’s Monday kids!
All the BEST to all of YOU!