Greetings from the mountain top…
One of my most influential gurus was a foul-mouthed, rough-edged janitor named Eddy.
During a difficult time early in this lifetime, I once asked Eddy how one lives with choices. Especially incorrect choices.
We were sitting in front of a television, watching the NFL draft, when I asked the question but Eddy didn’t speak for a very long time. I never learned if he used these silences to carefully craft his answer, if the bourbon he seemed to be continuously drinking had rotted the receptors of his brain, or if he really didn’t give a shit enough to rush his words.
“It’s draft day, bitch.” Eddy finally said. “You make the best choices you can with the best information you have available just like these NFL teams. Some years are busts, some years are good, a year or two is amazing if you’re lucky and…if you’re really lucky…you might even win a Super Bowl.
“Then again you might just always lose like the fucking Browns.”
Peace out ya NFL-loving freaks