Warm April

I'd like to say I wrote this but I was too busy hunting pirated video editing software in Dorchester. Of course, I may have only paid for Britney Spears' latest cd so I don't know what I own now. If the next video I post looks like James Cameron directed it then you'll know I got the real goods.

Two Tramps in Mudtime by Robert Frost

The sun was warm but the
Wind was chill.
You know how it is with an
April day when the sun is
Out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the
Middle of May.
But if you so much as dare
To speak, A cloud comes over
The sunlit arch, a wind
Comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back
In the middle of March.



Bonus points if you can name the song I was singing to Desmond Carey. Hint: It was age appropriate.

Match Point

My tennis game is improving daily. I was down at the Wellesley courts that were full of tight 40 year old women daintily pushing the ball over the net with their racket. I think the whole thing was designed to give them an excuse to wear those sexy pastel mini skirts. I ogled them for a few minutes before taking my shirt off and tying the dog up and proceeded to hit the ball as hard as I could against the wood backstop. And I groaned like Boris Becker on every forehand, my grunts echoing off the manicured pine trees. I only stopped when I hit the ball over the backstop into the softball field nearby. There are signs that say only tennis shoes are allowed but I only have my all purpose hiking/dancing shoes. The important thing was getting exercise running from the police when they were finally called to evict me from the place. Members Only? Fuck that. I'll decide when and where to play tennis. I don't care if the place has valet parking. IF I can get in then I can play. That's the rule.