Inventing Games

Inventing Games

As children we invent games and we’re really creative.
We concoct ridiculous rules and enjoy making adaptations to them.
And everything makes sense.
Then you grow up, lose creativity. You don’t invent games anymore.
Recess is replaced with a second job.
Money weasels its way to the top of your list of priorities,
Right into the biggest concern – number one.
From the back of your mind,
The creativity eats at you; begging to make a new game.
But there is just no time. You work
More hours than humanly possible
And somehow still don’t have any money.
So you become depressed.
You take pills your doctor recommends in order to become less depressed.
The pills make you even less creative. And they really don’t help.
You feel numb.
You realize you feel numb but can’t do anything about it.
So you decide you want to stop taking the pills.
Then, after ignoring your doctor’s advice,
Stop swallowing the chemicals after dinner each night.
Suddenly, it becomes hard to function without them.
Weird side effects start consuming your mind.
You’re balding. You know it’s because of the meds, not because you’re getting older.
You’re out of shape.
Again, it’s because of the medication and you can’t stop eating.
Every morning becomes difficult to begin.
As the shower slowly fades from cold to warm, you ask yourself,
“Why do I even bother getting out of bed?”
You wonder if anyone else feels this way, which you later decide
They don’t.
And for some reason, the tiles remind you they need to be cleaned
Only when your leaky eyes blend with the luke-warm shower water.
You add it to your list of priorities, even though, you know
That you will forget about it the second you dry off.
It will be replaced with something more important;
Something like buying groceries for next week or
Changing the oil in your car.
By the time you snap back into reality,
You’re at the mirror brushing your teeth.
Quickly, you get upset because you’ve missed out on about ten seconds of your life.
But you brush it off with the memory you share with your little brother,
The one where brushing your teeth used to be a game:
Where the first one finished could gloat and brag because they won.
Twenty-six years later, you still pretend you’re racing.
You wonder if your little brother still races when he brushes his teeth.
Somehow, you know that he’s thinking the same exact thing
And you smile to yourself in the mirror.
Because for those few seconds of your day
Everything makes sense.

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Currently listening to: Jack Johnson
Song: Banana Pancakes
Album: In Between Dreams

50 to 1 - Broad Set Review - Bam Margera

This was a very productive weekend. I'm still a freshman in life, though.

Kiley Rummler is writing a book called A Freshman in Life. I stole the term. Sh, don't tell anyone.

Several things were accomplished from my to-do-list this weekend. They are as follows:

1. Put out new issue of 50 to 1 - White Rain - contributors include: Jeannette Angell, Sam Cicero, Patricia La Barbera, Celestine Stoltenberg, Harriett Fjaagesund, Judith Kelly Quaempts, and Christian Berntsen. Completely awesome.
   
2. Finish the new story I was working on for Only Human. I'll probably read it at the reading on January 29th. It's about Bam Margera.
   
3. Finally wrote the review for Jordan Castro/Richard Wehrenberg Jr.'s Think Tank for Human Beings in General. Check it out over at The Broad Set!

There's more but I don't feel like listing them. For now, check those out and let me know what you think.

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Currently listening to: Slightly Stoopid
Song: Above the Clouds
Album: Chronchitis