Last week I watched from my front porch as two homes 50 yards away were devoured by flame.
Pumper trucks could not access the two hydrants on the same block with cars parked as usual in total defiance of unenforced posted regulation.
Earlier this eve, as NotCho Dawg & I made our ritualistic nighttime promenade we witnessed a common occurrence. Cars passed with nary the interruption or acknowledgement of the well displayed demand for stationary repose, proceeding at the most swift pace through the intersection. A place we always take pause to asses our odds of safe passage.
When we arrived home in tack thanks to due diligence & most cautious attention, the recent rental “Seven Psychopaths” was auditioned.
What I was expecting was cinematic ultra-violence as would be assumed with casting of Harrelson & Walken.
No disappointment there.
What I was not expecting was the philosophical depth interwoven with the black humor that made satirical light of the most basic of emotion.
The pain of existence is universal. The only comfort is being able to accept that each of us suffers. And like the unconditional love of a dawg, there is reason to the chaos that is life.
Pumper trucks could not access the two hydrants on the same block with cars parked as usual in total defiance of unenforced posted regulation.
Earlier this eve, as NotCho Dawg & I made our ritualistic nighttime promenade we witnessed a common occurrence. Cars passed with nary the interruption or acknowledgement of the well displayed demand for stationary repose, proceeding at the most swift pace through the intersection. A place we always take pause to asses our odds of safe passage.
When we arrived home in tack thanks to due diligence & most cautious attention, the recent rental “Seven Psychopaths” was auditioned.
What I was expecting was cinematic ultra-violence as would be assumed with casting of Harrelson & Walken.
No disappointment there.
What I was not expecting was the philosophical depth interwoven with the black humor that made satirical light of the most basic of emotion.
The pain of existence is universal. The only comfort is being able to accept that each of us suffers. And like the unconditional love of a dawg, there is reason to the chaos that is life.
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