Been feeling a little perturbed the last few days. Lot going on at work and in my personal life. Some unsettling and daunting things in the air but lots of small victories for a lord as well. I guess “meh” might be a word to best describe my week.
Full moon last night tho, hoping this might be the explanation for my shiftiness.
Woke up this morning at 6. By 7:30 my day was taking shape to be hectic. Being that I have been working 10+ hour days as of late and sleeping 5-7 hours nightly I figured it would be best if I went back to bed for an hour to try and adjust my attitude.
I arrived at ICE to a list of errands to run. The most important was to find a slim 5/8 wrench to adjust some heads on the auto press. Figured I would use that as a good excuse to roll to the homie Matts chopper/metal fab shop Red Sole to see if I could track down this elusive wrench.
If you haven’t been to Red Sole before I suggest stopping by. Matt has lots of cool custom neons, furniture and choppers at his space. Always a lot to look at. Its located at the Tully’s (former Rainer brewery) building. You can link to his website HERE.
Matt didnt have the wrench but was nice enough to custom make us one.
If you read this thanks Matt! You always deal us straights and we certainly appreciate it.
While waiting for Matt to make our wrench I was poking around and saw what I thought was this really cool soap box derby car.
I asked Matt what was the story behind it and was shocked when he revealed the cool little cars og purpose. This was no soap box derby car this was in fact a car made for a circus monkey. I laughed at first and thought neat until I looked inside and saw just how fucked up this attraction was.
You see in the little tiny seat there are straps that would tie the monkey down and hold him in place. Kinda like a mini torture device made for monkeys and used for the entertainment of humans. Naive, thrill seeking, hole filling humans.
The little gear in the back of the car was locked into a big circle track and the poor monkey was forced to ride in a circle for the duration of the circus. I mean can you imagine the feeling of anxiety and fear the poor guy had to endure, rounding a circle again and again, the roar of the crowd, the annoyance of kids throwing popcorn and peanuts at you all day. I’m sure all the attendees weren’t thinking of the monkeys feelings, they were just there for excitement – a break away from the normal formalities of life.
Its weird to think that something can be there as a cure for boredom but still be such a nihilist activity to partake in.
Moral of the story:
Look beneath the surface and examine what makes you happy. You may just find out your pleasure is another’s pain.
Holler at a player!
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