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Tuesday, June 4, 2019

It's time to reboot...

I've been a nervous boi for as long as I can remember. No, not that. Let's start again.

I've been a special boy for as long as I can remember. Not special in the sense of special but rather: special™. It never occurred to me that something was missing. It only occurred to me that the lack of something was the thing, and the realizing of such was the only journey I needed to go on. I still believe it.

But I didn't have the story totally straight ➠

Someone planted a seed once, deep inside me. It was not someone, but something. It was a warning. ✵ Beware the odds ✵ it beckoned. It was a voice but it was not a human voice. I listened, though perhaps I shouldn't have. In 2014, an even year, I became odd (33) as did my family (3); in 2019, an odd year, I even the score (38 and 4). Four does not go into thirty-eight, but it doesn't have to. Together they add up to 42. The greatest closer of all-time. And never have I felt closer to completion. The end. Double zero. Nothingness.



42 does not go into 666. 15.8571428571 is a number for fools. Several years ago I talked about Derrick Rose on the 42nd episode of my podcast. It was July 24th. It's probably the most inconsequential of all of the 665 podcasts that I have recorded up to this point.

And so I wait. But I wait with the knowledge that waiting is only that: time. The waiting is the same as the thing that comes after the waiting. Only now (then) my world will be even. Things will be fair. Robin Williams will be reincarnated into the first bird that eats from the birdfeeder I have yet to acquire. I want to watch this birdfeeder and see the first bird (Robin Williams). I want to throw out the first pitch of a baseball game like mother did once. I'm already there. Can't wait.

rebOOt: go

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