He said that it was rambling and disjointed and he was honestly wondering if I was going crazy or having a nervous breakdown.
I re-read it and can't quite figure out where he is coming from. I was tired, true, but the thing just doesn't seem all that whacked to me. Going crazy?
He said I was going from the show to flowers to food to whatever and he just couldn't keep up.
But in my defense will say that if a show sucks, I am not going to whine for a whole blogpost and dwell on my misfortune because that is truly boring.
I prefer to throw a picture of a bird, flower or taco in and at least give you some local color to break through the angst and despair.
I took an informal poll of friends and asked them to read the thing and see if I had a bolt or two loose and most thought it sounded fairly normal.
At least for me.
This morning I took more fire. B.H. called.
"Bobby, you're getting political again."
Excuse me? What are you referring to?
"The golf thing. You sound like a nineteen year old. All that idealism. You're old. Grow up."
Well, I asked my friend. Don't you have any convictions at this point in your life?
He laughed. "Hell no."
And there you have it.
Any other complaints?