Thursday, March 29, 2007

Well, it happened. I got slammed with a speeding ticket today, along with a hefty fine for– Haha, I’m just messing with you. What would’ve made a fitting sequel to our previous discussion will have to wait, but let me be clear: the anticipation of a reckoning overdue is there, lodged in the day-to-day, and it’s unnerving.

We’re not just talking about inevitable automotive trial here, or carma for short, so much as the idea that the intensity of a bad day is commensurate with the length of the good streak preceding it. Your routine can only go smoothly for so long until–uh oh!–it’s time to visit Shits Farms, but this time you have to remember to bring home the burlap sack o’ 20. The house eventually collects, you know?

And there’s this hope that by writing about it, by publicly avowing it, I can somehow extend the streak and avoid collection a little longer. These are exciting times. I’m closing on a townhouse in a few weeks. I’m told this should be exciting. I finally hopped on the healthcare bus, after five years of avoiding all doctors. No cavities. Eyesight’s improved. Wisdom teeth never existed, the secret of which is simple: tack hammer. The plan feels like it’s coming together, and that’s usually when the parts unravel straight into the ground.