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moved back to a neighborhood i lived in 10 years ago. there are way more rats here now than 10 years ago. i went boston to seattle. 11 years ago, i felt like i saw 30 rats in Boston for every Seattle rat. i feel like 10 years ago, people reacted to rats here. you know what i mean?
anyway i was in a park last night and the rats were moving like they must have when the dinosaurs got smoked by the spacerock/jesus finger laser.
i was in some woods last year at 5am near a train track. when the train went by the coyotes started yipping and yowling. saying whatsup lets go eat some rabbits. like they know the rabbits can't hear them talking with the train cloaking their vocals. made me think...when all this mechanical noise started some critters probably couldn't pick up the old signals that it is time to move. and fast. human tech gettin animals munched for sure. imagine wolves in wwii...feasting cuz the bombs made the creatures they eat deaf. or maybe like your rott wolves can't hang in manmade war. that doesn't seem likely. that don't make your rott less canine and don't let em tell u different.
to be a dog on the fourth of july. better to be a scared dog in a tub then a dead lion. thoreau said that or close enough.
https://youtu.be/_Hhjh1pYOOo?si=CDBvFnbQyD1GFNmE
the ptsd point is real. had a roommate in boston. huge irish cath family. hilarious people. 8 kids. went to fourth of july at the family place. bill burr's hometown. the dad was just..the fuckin man. glass of rum glued to hand, laughing joking laughing joking. that whole family, the most ive ever laughed. that 4th of july... drank some drinks ended up climbing a tree. people got mad at me for being drunk and way up in a tree. i felt like i let the father down by worrying folks a little. reduced the joviality quotient, had to hang my head some. trees though...more predictable than people. you can hug them long time and most of them just stand there and let you.
saw the dad maybe twice after fourth of july. every time...just a man you meet who has something figured out. loving life making people feel good. 8 happy kids, lovely wife. a family that never stops laughing and feeling good and feeling good to be around.
fast fwd to next spring and one of their girls is running the marathon. it was pretty deep in the marathon when the bombs went off, right? less security and whatnot. anyway my roommate's parents were there, cheering on their daughter. and they ended being btwn the first and the second blast. they weren't hurt. physically. everything was okay. some eery days. we lived one town over from Watertown. watching the news, drinking beer. we had some heavy tool on the coffee table in case the guy decided to knock on our door.
point is later that summer, they went a beach place where they always go. he's in the sand, life is back to normal, yea? at some point a car back-fired and my roommate saw his dad react...and saw him go back to the marathon and the terror there. was tough for him to see. tough to hear about. a man who was alway The Man...big great spirit flinching on a beah...im sure he's fine and back to laughng and all that now...but that ptsd gets in bones. blowing up the boston marathon? why? sucks. and that was a drop in ocean. imagine being palestinian, or in kyiv. just the length of the war in ukraine at this point. people wear wars the rest of their lives. it's good to kind to others.
ive got this sad tough situation going on right now. compulsive liar, conflict-heavy person. there's no reaching them. it feels bad. sad for them. really not good what they did to me, to others. rug pull. sociopathy maybe idk. it sucks. it's had me down. a lot of bad bad vibes. i haven't kept my cool all the way. it's like a vortex that sucks you into their crazy. lack of care. where is the love? they let people down in a major way...and it just doesn't compute for them. incapable of seeing the world through another's eyes? but their background. verbally/emotionally abusive, nothing's ever good enough parents. first born in usa in the family. not an easy road to walk. the parents broke the child right? they are doing the 'best' they can...i guess. they weren't raised to full form...to understand right and wrong. i gotta try to rise above and be kind. that's what im working on yall.
some ramblin shit. be good to ppl ppl
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edit: no idea how that donuts link got in there. this what i meant to link: https://youtu.be/CWD2Re6SsUU?si=LyrPDzAJee1wUdW3
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