Zen and the Art of Poverty

16 October 2016

As I trundled down route 22 today on my journey of discovery (Will my car still be where I abandoned it last night) eating a McDonald's hash brown and bacon egg and cheese biscuit in my brother in law's Plymouth Laser I founded a new religion/philosophy. A Relosophy if you will. Zen of Poverty. I've had several fictitious insights about littering and the need to horde however much money is necessary to get towed home from work - 174 dollars on a sunny Sunday morning. I hear you, but the Zen of Poverty teaches that it wasn't 175 dollars and there was McDonnalds involved. All in all a positive experience. Zen of Poverty also teaches us to, under no circumstances, overthink the unpredictable overly expensive situations one finds oneself in at any given time. And, the final insight of Zen of Poverty this evening states that one should listen to one's wife and take out the garbage, followed by more sleep and less Facebooking. "What? Coming dear, I just have to take out the garbage. No I haven't done it yet - it's still Sunday!"

16 October 2016

Do not pee standing up in the dark. Turn on a light for God's sake. Lets face it there is no sighting one of these things in. It's not like owning a 30/06. In truth maybe just a .22. The best one can hope for as one passes through adolescence into young adult hood is the development of a good grasp of Kentucky Windage. The reality of Kentucky Windage; however, is that one's capacity to employ it as one ages degrades, as does any inherent accuracy one might have had to begin with. Imagine never sighting in your .22. After a couple of decades you might just shoot yourself. Something to seriously consider if one insists on peeing in the dark while standing up.