Guarantees in Life

You never know what you are going to encounter when you embark upon a new day. The other day I pulled up next to a car as we waited for a red light to turn green. Up until that time, I was batting 1,000. I often said that every time I heard someone blasting their music real loud so that everyone could hear it whether they wanted to or not, the music was always bad. And I meant that literally. I couldn’t remember a single time when I yelled out (nor have I ever been tempted to yell out), “Hey, turn that Tchaikovsky shit down!” This made me feel as if I thus possessed valuable insight into the essence of humanity. But the person in that car next to me was blasting their music. The throbbing bassline made the car pulsate. And the music wasn’t bad! It sounded to me like some sort of Latin jazz thing. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t usually like Latin music. Often it’s too heavy on the accordion, which makes it sound like a polka with the word corazon sprinkled in. But when I actually started grooving to the Latin music that was coming from the car next to me, I felt an overwhelming sense of loss. Because I knew that I would not be battling 1,000 anymore. Never again could I truthfully say that every time I heard someone blasting their music real loud so that everyone could hear it whether they wanted to or not, the music was always bad. And everyone likes more certainty, absolutes and guarantees in life. And here I was back to death and taxes. Now what? (Please support Smart Ass Cripple and help us keep going. Just click below to contribute.) https://www.paypal.me/smartasscripple?fbclid=IwAR2qrql-UFH19OepgeaCG4WmblyNylb27k2q8eYxXHH