H O C K E Y D I N O

A sketch of me from a co-worker

I remember being in 5Th grade and always staring at the clock. I wanted to see how many minutes I could go without blinking. I used to stare out the window and wonder what would I do if a gangster 1940's car drove by and guys with Tommy guns would shoot at the windows. I recall staring at the windows when birds would crash into it them, then fall to the ground. I remember thinking about how many more years of school I had left.

I don't know if I day dream allot, or it's just my A.D.D. kicking in making me go from one topic to the next? I just don't know. I do multi-task and end up doing many thing in the course of an hour while at the same time drift off to nowhere.

I often wonder who I even get from point A to point B in my car when I have no recollection of the entire trip. My mind is elsewhere. Heck when I'm pitching in the middle of a softball game, I have to force myself to focus on the current hitter because I'm often thinking about the batting order for next inning and other things.

I'm a creature of habit, perhaps a bad one.


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