...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
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A Journal of Sorts
"There are times
when I'm just a shell
when I do not feel anything for anyone
all I feel is hollow and bruised
everything I touch I break
used up and mis-used
forced to be someone I don't want to be"
~ Stabbing Westward ~
and just the touch of exercise... just the touch...
and life renews... just a bit, but an infinite bit as day is to night... the fool I am wastes (apparently, but nothing is truly wasted if it is learned from) the free time I had worked so hard for and now that I am against the wall and will have much less time because I must return to some regular worklife, I tease myself by doing a little exercise and waking up and wanting to fly free...
still wishing for that which I do not have, huh?...
so anyway, back when I was into dancing a whole lot more than I am now (and I sure could use more exercise these days), this place was like a second home... for a few years in the early nineties this was one of the places I practically lived at most nights (and mornings)... for a while it was rated the #1 dance club in the US by Rolling Stone and Billboard Magazine (so says their pub)... Rasputin reminded me that the Hart brothers and other WWF Wrestlers worked as bouncers there in the eighties... I forgot and never mentioned it in Toronto (when I lived with the assistant to the president of WWF Canada... impressed?... laughing?... yawning?... alas, it's actually just an incidental and inconsequential sliver the tragedy I've been avoiding so don't ask unless you want to hear that it's still not soup yet)...
anyway, they're having a grand re-opening on December 23rd and I'm probably going to go... anybody up for it?... it's Saturday, Dec 23rd, 9PM-3AM and The Club is on Orange Ave and Concord (one block south of Colonial)... here's your big chance to meet me (I think... if I don't have a job before then, I might get depressed and let the budget director wisely keep me from spending the $10 cover charge)...
still I danced alone...
but then again, not every time alone... still, I danced with strangers...
it's way too easy to forget how to feel good when you let yourself feel bad too long... but just the touch of exercise wakes me enough to remember my heart J
