As my long days turn into constant nightmares; I took a step back this evening and breathed for a minute. I went to a good ‘ole bowling alley and bowled all by my lonesome. The dreadful sounds of fire alarms blaring in my ear silenced as the ball struck the pins. The stress of needing to be in two places at the same time took a place in the gutter lane as the mullets cheered joyfully at their bowling success. The thoughts of urging building owners demanding unfathomable tasks to cover their errors stayed outside of the heavenly mansion that called out to me, “Come in Scott Pete and bowl.”
As I finished with my 8th game I felt so relax. I love my job, but I think I love bowling more. I was supposed to go to a party tonight, but I didn’t.
Scott Pete
How many mullets were there? Oh I hope there were fem mullets too!!! I still think of you every time I see one. Haha – I love it.
Well written scott pete – very poetic.
And he is Back!
scott pete you know I would stop the world and bowl with you…