WELL TRACE ME IN CHALK

     There are people who can and those like me who cannot. I cannot. I have tried several times, the first was the easiest. The second time it got kind of weird. By the third time I was all but sure I was just no good at it, and consequently spent the better part of the next day forming apologies. The fourth and fifth times were more out of frustration than anything else, “…everybody else can, and maybe I just had a bad day.”  But the sixth time, well that was the kick in the ass that proved it. I could see it all like it was happening to someone else. There I was lying on the cold tile floor, people were asking me questions, I was answering them but nothing made sense. They were telling me I was going to be okay, I was convinced other wise. I knew it was a bad idea when I started but I figured one last try I gotta be able to do this it’s supposed to be so easy. Twenty minutes I lay there, numb from the back of my head to the tip of my nose. Man, was I a dumb-ass. One would think after so many attempts I would have learned. When I woke the next day in my hotel room I made the decision of a lifetime. I wish I could remember what it was but I had smoked so much pot the night before. I hope it wasn’t important.