Hearts And Minds

With the wife and child away on a Thursday night, my first thought was, 'well, this calls for a jaunt over to the liquor store and a pizza.' This is because below any shallow trickery of appearing to be an adult, I am carrying around the mind of a teenager.

But somehow, the adult side swam up from the depths, charging through the 'parents have left/cat's away' excitement to remind me that there was plenty of food to eat at home. I don't know where that fucker spends his winters, he rarely appears this adult side of the mentality, but this seemed like an unfair time to show his dominant side. Instead of leaving the store with a bottle of something high octane and a sauce stuffed crust frozen pizza, I walked out with a bag of cat food and 3 lemons. I looked more like a citrus loving bachelor than a care free teenager.

The battle ensued for the rest of the evening. A battle of epic proportions between my loud-mouthed hooligan leanings and the button down Billy where the loser would lay battered and bleeding, the winner with a fist held high and shaking towards the nice people in the apartment upstairs.

Adult kept on a roll of supremacy after its supermarket victory, a healthy dinner was consumed along with a big glass of peppermint tea. But the sly boy side struck out with a laying on the couch scenario, allowing The Man side to believe it was relaxing after a long day at work. While the adult side was lulled by an episode of My Name Is Earl, The Boy took the body into the bedroom where it plugged the guitar into the amp.

The Boy rejoiced in clouds of distortion and echo until The Man reminded him that it was approaching late, and the neighbors next door had a newborn themselves. The Man continued on, throwing out reminders that it was a school night and one should get ‘a good nights sleep’ while it was possible. In a lame attempt to fight this logic, The Boy insisted on petulantly fighting against his own tiredness and ended up passing out on the couch; he does this a lot.

It appears, no matter the course of last nights battle, that The Boy will always win out. The fact that I laughed hard enough to choke at the subject line of a junk email from tarot.com proves that:

"Uranus is positioned for summer surprises..."

Apparently it's going to be a good summer.