Squares

When I was around sixteen years old my older brother found out I occasionally smoked cigarettes. We would often smoke one or a cigar while playing golf because we got a small buzz, it was fun, and it felt cool.

My brother proceeded to give me one of my more memorable Christmas presents, a carton of smokes, which I immediately returned minus one square. I think I even remember saying, “gee… thanks bro, but I’ll never smoke all these in my entire life!” Ah the naivety of youth.

When I went to Korea in the year 2000, I was still an occasional smoker and I found two brands in Korea called Time and This that I loved!

Yesterday guess what I saw in our local H Mart?

Tada! Time!

I don’t smoke cigs much these days, only in Vegas and at work sometimes, but I had to buy this pack when I saw it!

Tastes just like I remember. Like a memory.

-OM

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Friendship

I’ve had many people I’ve called friend in my past. I have many close friends in my life. I don’t talk to many of them often and I don’t visit home that much.

I’ve run from demons in my past, the kind that chase you in your dreams. They walk among you in the day and I can see them even today. Those sights I see are home to me and a home I’ll never have.

Home is where you are, or at least that’s what they say. Home to me, home is here in Colorado for now.

You shouldn’t ever feel like you owe someone something in friendship. If you borrow money it is a different story, but that’s why you try not to allow money to ever be a factor in friendship. Don’t ever loan someone money unless you truly want to see how strong your friendship is when that dirty rotten thieving bastard doesn’t pay you back that money you specifically counted out for him from the stack of cash you went to the bank in the freezing cold to get for him… err.

Anyways, I could go on and on about friendship.

Because I’m probably a bad friend.

I should work on that.

-Opinionated Man

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A reflection on my reflection

I saw a reflection on my reflection.

A face, a hand, someone there.

No one to see my reaction.

But still I feel a stare.

I see your presence ever present.

Memories of what came to be.

A simple moment made present.

Were we meant to be.

Three heartbeats left from four.

And all we wanted was more.

For that four to be more.

For that we prayed and swore.

Life is made of days and now we have today.

A day I see a reflection on my reflection…

Another day I feel that linger of dismay.

Why won’t it go away.

-OM

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