The New Understanding
I realized that being smart doesn’t make my life a better place to be. So I’ve been drinking lard. I just drank a tall glass and I think I’m going to spend the next hour in a continuous and jubilant counting of my toes.
The Talk
Brooks: God, I’m done asking you for things.
God: Okay.
Brooks: It makes me feel like I’m constantly begging.
God: No problem.
Brooks: Plus, most of the time I ask, you don’t deliver.
God: Fine.
Brooks: Good…What do we do now?
God: I thought you said were done what that?
Brooks: Shit.
Early Days
This is a photo from 1909, of my Great-Grandfather Jorgen (on the right), using his personal computer to send an email to his friend Dennings (left). Dennings is saying, “But I’m right here.”
Talking to the Water
Young Brooks: Hi, water.
Water: Hello, young Brooks.
Young Brooks: I’m sorry that the fish crap in you.
Water: That’s okay. It doesn’t trouble me that much.
Young Brooks: Does it bother you that the sky reflects on you and steals your identity?
Water: No, I still remember who I am.
Young Brooks: How did that Jesus guy walk on you?
Water: Everyone is special in their own way.
Young Brooks: How am I special?
Water: You don’t get sick when you eat Play-doh.
