I Quit Again

Never stop stopping, that’s what they say, never stop stopping. Never stop stopping. Never stop until you stop. You have to keep stopping, never stop, never stop, never stop.

Sensible words, er, thoughts, when the cold, hard reality of day settles in and you open your eyes fully and the light is bright, and white and clear.

These are Monday morning thoughts, to be sure. You know, when you regret all the things you did that make you feel the way you are felling Monday morning.

“I’m never doing that again,” you think. I think. And even as I think it, I know it’s not true, but is comfort words, for the aches and pains and wheezes.

Matthew limped out the door early with a big smile on his face. He said he needed some pain killers, yes sir, but he’d be ready to do it all again, you know, as soon as everything healed, I think were his exact words.

Big smile, and he was gone.