All 'n'All!                              

Funny aint it, how the past comes rolling in as the pounding surf. It starts with a distant rumbling and then gets louder and louder until it crashes full force, exposing that which was hidden for years. Powerful, unrelenting and as the tide it is a constant. During this thrashing about voices from the past ride the waves shouting "Kowabunga" just before a major wipeout tosses you into the drink. Then while you are picking sand out of every major orifice, Thousands of voices all speaking at once in a mass of jumbled words, cries and sounds pummel the gray matter. These voices are indistinguishable at first then a certain familiarity exposes itself as a rip tide, pulling you out to depths you really don't want to experience. Drawing you from the safety of the present into the whirlpool of the past. Then my friends as the sounding of a ships bell a clarity which denies all rhyme or reason rings out, and a voice from the past is singled out. Every pitch and expression of speech manifests itself in ways that are both heart wrenching and yet there is a bizarre kind of joy that has been long forgotten. A person and a personality long buried has been resurrected. I know what you are thinking, Ole Boon is half a bubble off level, But I am here to tell ya that in certain ways I am happy to have felt that emotion which has been long forgotten. The shame in this is that it has taken the negative of the unconscious to dredge up a positive of the conscious.

Have you ever been sitting alone and without a warning, a good thought just rips across your mind, and you sit there grinning like a Cheshire cat who has just opened up a can of whoopass on Rin Tin Tin. The only salvation to this dilemma is that no one is watching, cause if they are, your gonna have to explain yourself. Better to just try and suppress and hide than to let 'em know your thoughts so to speak. Cause once in a while, for sanity you need not to explain the insanity of it all. Well, to make a long story longer I can honestly say that all things considered, the happy doesn't occur as often as the sad when in a nightmarish state of mind. But every once in a while, while bobbing around in a sea of past regrets the subconscious throws you a life preserver instead of an anchor. "Kowabunga"!!!!

                     Boon....3/29/01