The Beetle and The Basketball

Ok, so I haven't posted any thoughts yet, but I will.

I was chatting online with someone today when I was inclined to tell a story. Keep in mind I typed this up as it popped in my head (so it is all off the cuff, but also unpolished and probably grammatically incorrect). And now, I feel like sharing it with you.

(friend): brb
LifelessJoe: oh i know you are busy
LifelessJoe: doesn't mean I can't just type away
LifelessJoe: like if I wanted to tell you a story while you were gone
LifelessJoe: like the story of the beetle and the basketball
LifelessJoe: would you like to hear it?
LifelessJoe: ok, sure, I will tell it to you, calm down!
LifelessJoe: once there was this beetle named Bubba
LifelessJoe: and Bubba the beelte loved hot asphalt
LifelessJoe: his favorite place to go explore was Greenwood Park in sunny San Diego
LifelessJoe: every day, when the sun hit the nest just right, waking the beetle community, Bubba would trot on out, happy as can be
LifelessJoe: he would make his way through the blades of grass, saying hi to all the hoppers and crickets and bees and other various friends along the way
LifelessJoe: after hours of trekking, he would finally reach his destination: Greenwood Parks famous basketball court
LifelessJoe: to him, he still had the whole day left. the trek felt like minutes, the time stood still, the smile never leaving his face
LifelessJoe: before he would step on to the asphalt, he would pause
LifelessJoe: breathe in deeply, take in his surrounding
LifelessJoe: think of his friends, his family, pray to the beetle god Mark, and thank the world for such a wonderful life
LifelessJoe: then, fully refreshed, ready to rock (pun), he would put a leg on the court
LifelessJoe: it felt magical
LifelessJoe: warm from the beating of the sun all day
LifelessJoe: would match the cool from the grass and dirt on his leg
LifelessJoe: it was the perfect blend
LifelessJoe: sending a chill through his spine
LifelessJoe: giving him little beetle goosebumps
LifelessJoe: sending a pleasure spike from the nerves of his legs to his tiny brain
LifelessJoe: and he would step on
LifelessJoe: now the warmth surrounds his body, giving him a jolt of adrenaline
LifelessJoe: he was where he wanted to be, he was at his happy place
LifelessJoe: So Bubba, full of energy, full of vigor, would start to explore
LifelessJoe: would he find anything new left behind from the children of the day before?
LifelessJoe: any sneaker marks he didnt recognize, food crumbs, gum
LifelessJoe: he would get especially excited as he traversed the sideline paint, seeing if anyone played extra hard and chipped some paint off
LifelessJoe: it was a rare occasion, but today he found such a spot
LifelessJoe: whenever he sees a spot, he begins to dream
LifelessJoe: he dreams of what it would be like to play basketball himself
LifelessJoe: Bubba is just a beetle, too tiny to play, not shaped for the task at hand
LifelessJoe: he had tried to make many baskets and basketballs out of the grass around him, but it would never work, and the other beetles would laugh at him
LifelessJoe: if only he could play
LifelessJoe: he would be one of those kids who would play hard enough, chip the paint off of the sidelines, play his heart out
LifelessJoe: Bubba dreamed of that every day
LifelessJoe: it was now getting to the heart of afternoon
LifelessJoe: Bubba had traversed the sidelines, exploring every nook and cranny
LifelessJoe: as the sun drew higher, he knew what time it was
LifelessJoe: it was time for the neighborhood boys to come and play
LifelessJoe: oh how Bubba loved this time
LifelessJoe: although he could see all of the action, he could hear the excitement and toughness in the boys' voices as they played
LifelessJoe: he remembers how one day, the ball rolled right passed him
LifelessJoe: almost crushing him in the process
LifelessJoe: but he didn't care, he was so close to the ball he could touch it
LifelessJoe: he has explored many places, but he has never been lucky enough to touch the basketball
LifelessJoe: how would it feel on his skin?
LifelessJoe: how would the little bumps of the basketball, the grips, make him feel
LifelessJoe: he knew it must be magical
LifelessJoe: so, Bubba sat in his spot on the corner of the court, close enough to hear the action, far enough to be safe from danger
LifelessJoe: this day, the boys were playing especially tough
LifelessJoe: he could joyous yelling and screaming from his friends
LifelessJoe: then, suddenly, he hears a loud noise heading his way
LifelessJoe: BUMP BUMP BUMP
LifelessJoe: louder and louder
LifelessJoe: closer and closer
LifelessJoe: could it be....?
LifelessJoe: the ball rolled right by him again!
LifelessJoe: and a rush swept through his body
LifelessJoe: should he try to go touch it?
LifelessJoe: will he make it in time?
LifelessJoe: would the boys not see him and crush him?
LifelessJoe: all of these questions ran through his head as he the excitement in his endoskeleton grew
LifelessJoe: he decided its now or never
LifelessJoe: when opportunity knocks, you must go for your dream
LifelessJoe: quickly he trotted towards the ball, luckily it stopped right near him
LifelessJoe: as he ran, he could hear the slow patter of footsteps head to the ball as well
LifelessJoe: he's rushing, pushing, pumping, trying to make it there in time
LifelessJoe: he's almost there...
LifelessJoe: and yes! he made it on
LifelessJoe: a new sensation overwhelmed him
LifelessJoe: the touch of the leather of the ball, the smoothness of the lines, the mound of the grips
LifelessJoe: it was magical
LifelessJoe: but he didn't have time to celebrate as suddenly he found himself rising
LifelessJoe: oh no! one of the boys had picked up the ball
LifelessJoe: he feels himself move, like a wave, being carried
LifelessJoe: he hears "watch me make this from here"
LifelessJoe: oh no! the boy is going to shoot
LifelessJoe: what is going to happen to bubba? will he fly off? can he stay on?
LifelessJoe: Suddenly, he feels the wind push against him, the boy is trying to shoot the basket
LifelessJoe: Bubba holds on for dear life
LifelessJoe: it is the scariest time of his life
LifelessJoe: but also, its the most exhilirating
LifelessJoe: he is flying, flying through the air
LifelessJoe: he feels the ball coming down, is he going to make it
LifelessJoe: "SWISH" he hears!
LifelessJoe: Bubba has made a basket!
LifelessJoe: Bubba has lived his dream!
LifelessJoe: and before Bubba could celebrate, the ball came down on top of him
LifelessJoe: and crushed him
LifelessJoe: but bubba could not have thought of a better way to go out
LifelessJoe: living his dream
LifelessJoe: loving every minute of it
LifelessJoe: Bubba is now in heaven with Mark, the beetle god, looking down at all of the boys and girls playing
LifelessJoe: Mark has granted him the ability to play basketball in heaven
LifelessJoe: so even in death, Bubba lives his dream
LifelessJoe: Bubba shoots, Bubba scores
LifelessJoe: The End.

Wow

Wow.

December 5th was really the last time I wrote something on this blog? Thats quite unacceptable. The issue is that I have tried to make my blog, any blog I have done, and most writings of mine into something "epic", or something a lot bigger than they need to be. What I need to do is realize that, at least with my blog, I can do whatever I want. I *should* be using this to express inner thoughts, no matter what they are. If I actually write a "piece" it can go here, but otherwise I can randomly muse here.

So, that is what I think I will try to do. I've been bit by the writing bug again, but I keep trying to write these epic stories, or long poems; basically things that take up more time than I have (and more brain power). I need to sit down, write out thoughts on things here and be done with it.

Let's see if I can keep that up. Let's see if I can not be lazy. Let's see what happens next.