Crash

Harrison Ford crashed his vintage plane this afternoon.
Bless his heart. This wasn't his first crash.
He's kind of a career crasher.
Must be nice to afford and then ruin expensive things all willy nilly.
With reckless abandon.
Knowing that the next is but a pointed finger today.


I'm busting my ass like the majority of folks, just to work enough to build upon my paid time off.


So that I can take a 4 day weekend that'll likely be devoid of a plane ride.
So that I can maintain my sanity upon the concrete that the rich ruin things on.
Ruin for leisure, on a Thursday afternoon.


Maybe I need another job. Maybe the chip on my shoulder is anchoring me to earth, when I really want to fly, too.
Hence my blog.


I'm glad he's ok.