QUOTE OF THE DAY :
"Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first." - Mark Twain
SONG OF THE DAY :
DJ Serious - Popped
LINK OF THE DAY : I'm a geek... What are you gonna do about it?
He is come to open
The purple testament of bleeding war.
"GET OUT OF MY MIND!"
Four Canucks sat in a dive. A sketchy bar and grill in the corner of a casino in a certain American gambling Mecca. $1.99 for a giant cheese burger and a load of fries, the best deal in town apparently. As they sat waiting for their orders to arrive they discussed plans for later that evening and the subsequent day. They were so busy discussing the latest goings-on that they didn't notice a large man enter the room.
He was by no means a skinny man, but not the typical wide body one will observe in the average American city. He had the look of a man who had just driven a pickup truck a very long ways, and then gambled for 24 hours straight.
Televisions hung in every corner of the room. NASCAR and baseball on every one of them, highly entertaining fair. But the man was not interested in the TV, he placed his order and sat there alone, quite contentedly. Now any normal person would have busied themselves with something, pulled out a newspaper, or watched the television. But the stocky, gambling trucker man just sat there and stared.
A wide eyed, unblinking stare. For nearly 20 minutes the portly man just looked straight ahead without so much as a flinch or a blink.
Soon the Canucks took notice of the man, his unmoving gaze seemingly burning a hole in the wall next to them. Initially believing he had died while waiting for his food, they didn't know what to do. However, after the man quickly scratched his neck, still fascinated by the wall, the Canadians realized he was very much alive; albeit entranced by the wall.
And what was on the wall? Well nothing, it was an off white wall... Nothing special. The man however saw some meaning in it... He was enthralled... Beguiled... Captivated by the wall. The Canucks began to snicker at the man, but the man didn't notice, or didn't care. When the food arrived there was no change in his mood. He just sat, stared and shovelled steak into his mouth.
After his meal, he stared again for a few more minutes at the enchanted wall, his eyes must have hurt from all that looking, but he didn't seem to mind. Then he got up and walked back into the casino never to be seen by the Canucks again.
Somewhere right now, the stocky, gambling trucker man is staring at a wall. What mysteries does the wall contain? Only he knows.