8/22/2023 0 Comments Horse thief bbqThe Chinese can come down my road tomorrow and I probably won’t even notice. Motherfuckers get robbed while people like me turn screws/ tighten bolts/ plan to do a whole pork loin marinated in olive oil and lemon and fresh oregano at some point this summer to really christen this Made in China puppy. That’s the way the cookie crumbles though, dog. I took the bait, splurged for it, and put it together one recent sunny Sunday morning over the course of like 3 hours and various be-bop records on Spotify for which many magnificent artists (or their estates) were paid not shit as I glommed onto all that joy. Me and Arle had spotted some off-brand barrel grill in Rural King for half off. I hauled it out to the trash a few weeks ago. Maybe that sounds nuts to you but you never had one of my cheeseburgers off my old grill. It adds smokey flavor, seasonal pain does. I believe that charcoal burns better inside a stressed-out coffin. I don’t cover my grills because I don’t believe in it. The old one rusted away the bottom fell out when I opened it this spring to gauge the winter damage. I cooked chicken thighs on the new grill I got. Maybe not showing up is the new showing up/ I don’t know. How do we miss so much when it’s right there in front of our faces? How are there no champions of these people? How are there no cul-de-sac graduation party Walt Whitmans?!!/ no country road toke-n-smoke (weed and ribs!) Thomas Hart Bentons?!! / no South Philly prison yard hibachi Bob Dylans?!!/ no riverside park family reunion Aretha Franklins?!! She leaves them wishing they could have a good time/ she finds them hoping no one knows that they feel as if they are standing in the slow-rolling search lights. Happiness, so natural for so many, she plays tricks on others. No one to bottle the gravitas beneath their paper thin smiles. There are no underground champions of the torn-in-two summer invitee. The goddamn garden is rich with fat fruit for the artist who wants to paint The Potato Salad Eaters, that majestic breathtaking masterpiece depicting the subtle nuances of strange undercurrent ripping through summertime gatherings across the land. Poets, or what’s left of them anyways (poor bastards), they ignore the specifics of the suffering and the exhausted/ the talked-out Dad with his dad bod jiggling around in his Walmart Purple Rain T-shirt/ the seen-it-all-been-there-done-that mom of tweens whose smile is mortally wounded Gettysburg artilleryman meets broken-hearted 1966 drunk American prom queen. There are no talked-about indie films or hot new limited series streaming on Netflix or HBO that feature the loneliness of the long distance IPA drinker. Maybe Whip It by Devo but the jury is still out on that one, I guess. There are no songs about it as far as I can tell. There are no monuments out there for the uneasy picnicker. They understand that a simple gathering in someones yard will be easy for some people and not for others.Īnd for the ones it is not so easy for, there is basically fuck all to be done about it. People who have been around the mental block a few times know this. Not everything that doesn’t involve work or whatever is a picnic in the park. It’s all supposed to be ultra-relaxing for adults but I think maybe that’s not always the case. Bbq smoke and distant music from a tinny speaker and the sound of children laughing or crying or both at once. People forcing conversation half the time/ talking through liquored-up lips the other half. At least when it comes to the bones of the situation, you know? Like, they know what these things consist of. Besides, there is an element of their consciousness that actually does know what they’re missing. Obviously they don’t know what they’re missing because they are not here, dumbass. In the end, I looked out over the yard and smiled.įuck it, I thought to myself. Others, I think, are beholden to strange forces that may or may not be directly (or indirectly) linked to mental health stuff. There’s likely a variety of reason for this, many stemming from mental health issues, especially anxiety. A few said they were coming but never showed up. Some people came and other people did not. We rented a big inflatable waterslide that costs an arm and a leg and we invited some neighbors, some of Arle’s family, some parents/ some youth. We had a little shindig this past Sunday.
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