Heals

I have always considered myself a poet.

A warrior poet.

But I don't write poetry.

And I don't war.

I'm a man of peace, remember?

I just ramble.

Rant.

Muse.

To amuse myself.

And no one else.

Although I do sometimes rhyme.

Slow, sometimes quick.

Billy Gates (can we still quote him?) used to tell Warren Buffett how lucky Warren was being born in modern times. That if he were born in another era he would be bait for dinosaurs or something worse.

I chuckle at that for two reasons. For the truth of what he said and also for the irony. 

We live in an era of where college students about to graduate boo their billionaire commencement speakers for talking about ai.

And where the billionaire keeps on talking.

If I could just finish my thought...

Boo!

The pro wrestling fan in me knows that getting boos ain't all that bad.

That the worst thing you can get is a yawn.

A look at the time.

A concession stand break.

A visit to the can.

A turn of the channel.

The idea is, if you can't be loved, it's best to be despised.

Ain't that something?

It's something.

In wrestling, bad guys are "heels" and good ones are "babyfaces."

As a kid, you love the faces.

As a young adult, you love the heels.

As an old(ish) man, you love the memories.

Old faces talk about how much they miss the "pops" (the crowd cheer).

Heels talk about the time getting stabbed in Norfolk and almost causing a riot.

Both with the biggest of grins.

It ain't just Billy and Warren, ya know.

I love being born when I was born.

I love this timeline.

This era.

This now.

I don't know how I'd do versus a dinosaur.

But I'm thankful I don't have to worry about that.

For now.

Mostly for the dinosaur's sake.

Booooooooooooooo!!!

[Cheshire cat grin.]

I've always wanted to be a babyface.

But let's face it.

I've always been a heel.

Asian man always heel.

And if you can't be loved...

🕶

Whoooooooooooooooooo!