High Fives All Around? Could be, if you ask..

The other night I went and updated the "High Fives All Around" bit of silliness (i.e. some random email story I wrote a few years ago) that you may or may not be familiar with to reflect, well, a different stage in my writing "career" - and this new version is sitting in the "Drafts" section of the blog right here. But shizz if I'll actually post it because I feel like it could be taken and be misconstrued by the powers-that-be as a sophomoric piece of adolescent pornography - which it is, at least on the surface - hahaha, but whooowee if it doesn't bring me back to 2001 or 2002 or whenever I first wrote it down. Such transitional times; it seems like a lifetime ago! And it was..

In any case, I may be bold one of these days and post it (as well as the original version for scholarly study), but, more likely, I'll end up going my tried-and-true (and more controlled) route of emailing it to the usual crew. In fact, I am truly tempted to click "Publish" now because the "High Fives" ditty has gotten the most effusive and positive reaction of any of my unsolicited email stories thus far.. probably because it's less pseudo-intellectual babble and more full-on goofy (albeit, sexual) fantasy. And you gotta like that - a distinct lack or pretense; for me, it's a zeitgeist that evokes simpler times; the symbols of sex and cartoon violence are an easy way to access that sort of thing.

Friends play the part of monkeys on (now: government-grade) PCP, and powerful and tuning-be-damned instruments never make it to chapter two.. actions all playing a supporting role to the main stage: oral satisfaction, an - ahem - hard act to follow at any age (yet always worth trying!).

The futon is dead! Long live the futon!