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There Is No Such Thing As The New Normal
Life, work, or otherwise. It’s just different.
I noticed something was amiss as I pulled into the Myrtle Beach Costco.
It was 8:30 AM on a Tuesday. The parking lot was full and there was a line at the gas pumps. I chalked it up to an influx of spring breakers.
When the Hell is bike week anyway?
Gas had dipped below $1.85 per gallon and I stood in line to grab a few steaks and a case of beer.
Something wasn’t right.
Nothing made sense.
Am I here?
It’s a weird question for sure, but one I ask myself when things seem a little off.
It’s something I started doing after a friend of mine died suddenly. We were talking and then he was gone. Blank eyes with nothing behind them. He was just lying there in the driveway waiting for the coroner to come and call the game.
I still wonder if he even knew he had died, or when he realized he was dead. Answers no one will ever know, until you do, then there is no one to tell.
Deep in thought, I stubbed my toe on the shopping cart as I walked through the parking lot. The pain in my foot satisfied my “dead or alive” query, so I jumped in my truck and…
