Missed the boat....

My mind is like a soundtrack. I listen to music ALL the time. And I have even figured out how to make it work to my advantage. I listen to a certain song and my life just folds into the trench. When you have a guest or two you can actually direct the motions with the right soundtrack. 'Missed the Boat' is the song by Modest mouse I have been jamming to. Ipod is on 'repeat'. I 'Missed the Boat' today. I drove Stray Jay home. I did so with a good feeling. I thought about how the bitch took 3 days to get up enough time to let him see his kids. He a day planned today from early morning with the kids. Breakfast. A Parade. Even a boat ride that I arranged in the harbor. He never got to do any of it. As I made the walk up to his wife and kids I remembered another old friend. Paul. I remebered the same walk so many years ago. Nothing aggrivates more then a man who can't look after his own.

So I met the wife. I knew right away she was not happy that Jay bought me into her home. The first thing she metioned is that she had 'gained 50 pounds'. I told her I can make a lemonade that will suck it right off. She had no idea of my humor. She offered me a cigarette. I declined. I told her how I like to manufacture my own. Jay knew I was bitter. He used the kids as a distraction. And as much I don't care for the 'kidz' I managed to teach them to shake hands with about as much as ease as slicing carrot's. Then I sat down on the couch next to the wife. She offered me a beer. And I declined again because I had to drive. Jay was laying on the floor being consumed by his kids. They were so happy to see him. I turn to the wife. "I don't know what is going on with you guys. But, I hope you can find the chance to enjoy the rest of the day. And make it memorable." I say. And I glared into her eyes. She looked to the floor. She was obviously ashamed. I over stepped my boundary. As I always do. "Let this man be with his kids." I said. "I can come over tomorrow after work and cook some lobsters up. But, all this fucking vendictiveness has to be left back in high school." she looked back to the floor. "How old are you?" she asked me. I gave her my 'what the fuck' look. I stroked my beard. "I'm gonna get going." I say. "Can you give us a ride?" she asked. I look at her with another 'what the fuck look'.
I look at Jay. He has a fear in his eyes. I smile around the room. Shake my ass. "I don't feel much like dancing" I sing.

I high five Jay and get going. I re-insert my ear buds. I drive away. I stop over at the harbor. Grab some lobsters. Drive home. Boil some sea water. And withdraw my knife.

And then I finally figured out that I have finally 'missed the boat'

Again.

I call Steve down in New Bedford. "Can you
come to Portland?" I ask him. "I have to work in the morning" he replies. "I want to show you the boat. Is there any way you can get to Portland?" I beg. "I am on my way." He hangs up.




I am not going to 'Miss the Boat' again.