The next time I say the phrase “Helping a friend move” followed by the word “pleasure” in the same sentence, feel free to cyber smack me.
Donâ€™t get me wrong, I still like getting my hands dirty when I can. It is a nice break from the ambiguousness nature of poetry where sometimes left is right and right is wrong but itâ€™s ok since my third eye sees through all… (Insert Wilhelm Scream) This turns the math of getting a size 12 apartment loaded onto a size 4 moving truck into a fun game of manual labor and physics.
Only problem is that we werenâ€™t moving anything but instead we were getting rid of some old tiles. The first room was pretty easy but the second larger room was a pain in the fuckin ass. It was taking us forever to remove just one tile. Then I recalled some One to Grow On fact from some home improvement channel- adhesives are easier to remove when they are heated.
Somebody hand me a hair dryer and save all the wise cracks!
We were done pretty quick after that and chomped through a well earned free meal of seafood pasta, one a pomodore/garlic cappellini mix and the other a wheat noodle cream delicacy. Yes, yes, yâ€™all, it is amazing what I will do for some good eats!
All was golden till I fell asleep on the train and missed my stop, not by much, but I was completely out and by the time I did get to the crib, my lower back was starting to tense up which means I really should chill with this part time laborer shit cuz I ainâ€™t 25 no mo, sheet I ainâ€™t even 30 any more!
Happy to report that my body is feeling all kinds of good this morning even though I had to get up hella early for work and none of this has anything at all to do with poetry cuz like I said, every once in a while I like to give that shit a rest and deal with the simple things in life, like practicing getting a house in order.
Love ya like Bob Villa loves syndication…