An Unteachable Art

There is an unteachable art in which I excel.

This art cannot be taught...it cannot be learned.

You either have it hidden deep within your heart...or you don't.

This art is the art of whit...the art of rhetoric...the art of whipping your tongue so quickly between your teeth that it draws exactly the reaction you set out for.

I am thankful for this art...thankful that I possess this...and thankful that others do too.

I am thankful for debate...be it healthy or unhealthy...it is all healthy...

you must be selective in the ways you use it, and with whom...

My father always told me that it was unfair to go into a battle of whit with an unarmed man.

I am thankful for banter and jokes...

I am thankful for spoken word...

I am thankful for poetry.

Both written and spoken...especially spoken.

I am thankful for people like Joaquin Zihuatanejo.

I am thankful for his style...his flavor...

Thankful that my favorite piece of his tonight contained the phrase, "Mother Fucker..."

This art that he possesses was not taught to him.

It was only nurtured...encouraged...developed...and ROCKED!!!

What is your art...

is it natural...or was it taught to you...

Solidified

So I haven't blogged in a long time...but not for lack of material.

Oh the material runneth over...

and over...

and over...

and over!!

I just haven't had enough...

time

motivation

desire

concentration

or aspiration to relive these moments in my head, for fear that I will experience the same anxiety that engulfed me in real time.

I don't know if I have told you guys this before, but I am a head job.

and not in a good way.

When things are great with me...they are wonderful...

but when things go south...they take a nose dive...and land in a big pile of shit.

That was what happened today...

It is Tuesday...freakin Tuesday...

We played Kansas yesterday (lost...boo) and Valentines was last weekend...so tonight was supposed to be slow in theory.

Well the pinche theory was wrong.

We had some decent hours.

We did the business of a Thursday night...tonight...

we were not staffed for this...

we should have had one more person at the front door...

one more person bussing...

Luckily we had Superman in the kitchen...so we were covered there.

I knew it would be an interesting night when I saw my roster.

We use sports analogies all the time...because we operate something like a team.

Well...let's just say that my roster was all rookies...with a few exceptions.

One of our more seasoned players started be unsportsman like to another person...and all hell broke loose...

you know what...back the bus up...

who am I kidding...this night went to shit waaaaaay before that...

that was just the straw that broke the camel's back...

and my back was broken

so was my spirit...

I have known for awhile now that I may not be cut out for this...

tonight just solidified it.