"In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand…

…At the mongrel dogs who teach. Fearing not that I’d become my enemy, In the instant that I preach. My pathway led by confusion boats Mutiny from stern to bow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.“ -My Back Pages.
-Bob Dylan, 1964.

As far as the flippantcy of this mornings wake up call to me I would just like to say: Growl. On this fine day in the year of our Lord, September, 26, 2005 I was woken up by the sound of a fire alarm. Some jerk felt it was necessary to pull it as a laugh. No one this morning standing outside in the cold fog thought it was funny. For me, I bethink upon the trajedy as a goo of my former past as a youth. I can recall having to do mindless firedrills in grade school on up through to high school. The only difference between then and now is that back then I loved to get sent out of my class during a work day, now…if someone sets off that alarm again at 7:00 am, I am going to cut their man berries off.