The Boomerang Blues, or Why Comebacks Define Legends.

My heart was rent asunder on Wednesday afternoon. My son tanked at the spelling bee. Now, we are a proud folk, were the English is concerned anyway. I think the pressure may have gotten to him a bit and he blew the first “r” in quarter. Pity. He was devastated, Granny and I were gutted and all he got was a two bar Kit Kat for all that preparation. End of the World? Certainly. Here is the rub though. Taken a great deal more seriously was Thursday’s delivery of the little Shel Silverstein gem “If I Was One Inch Tall” at the annual speech festival. Can you feel the pressure? I know I could, even from several kilometres away, hard at work. Apparently the tanking at the bee got the man’s Irish up and he nailed it, Ali style. Gold Double plus they call it. Fighting spirit is what I call it.

Which brings me neatly to the blues part. I am an admitted Facebook user. Let’s get that little admission out of the way. Seems you see that my ex-girlfriend, besides protestations to the contrary has decided to not be my friend on the aforementioned service anymore. Funny how they don’t notify of that.

“Dear Bruce, you are a loser. Your friend doesnt want to be your friend anymore. Wanker!”

Which brings me less neatly around to wondering if we made FB friends again after I unfriended her when we broke up in the first place. Having an imperfect memory is a great hurdle in life. My dreams and my reality have been blurring again. This may go a great distance in explaining why I’m single.

I’m going to stick to my story though.

I wrote this today because I had a dream about a friend.

http://shrikemedia.wordpress.com/2010/05/13/i-long-kept-every/