I'm that Tired Guy. I wonder where the time flew and how I could miss it, yet refuse to wear a watch. If philosophy were a hamburger, then make mine a double mushroom swiss with a dash of ketchup and a big ole chocolate shake. Cholesterol simply reminds us we're human. So do taxes, late … Continue reading You Want Fries With That?

I'm that Tired Guy, the square peg in the round hole confined to an office surrounded by round pegs. I'm that Tired Guy who stares sightlessly from his fourth floor office window daydreaming about the past. The past. Every day we're standing in a time capsule Racing down a river from the past Every day … Continue reading I Said Lunch Not Launch

I'm that Tired Guy. You know, the one who thinks he's older than he really is after Life runs him over repeatedly. Kinda like the proverbial grape from Mr. Miyagi's dose of wisdom to Daniel-san: "Walk on left side of road, ok. Walk on right side of road, ok. Walk in middle...[guttural gurgling sound]...squish, just … Continue reading Begin At The Beginning