The first time I went to that museum*, I saw a Beckmann self-portrait. I still have a print of it hanging on my wall. Now it’s at Harvard. Probably because they had to remodel it. The sulfer smell they had when they dug that place up, Oooof!! No joke.
I’m leaving work last Friday & my dial is set to ‘German Lunch’ – which is just like a U.S. lunch but, with a good beer. Before I leave the parking lot, across the main road I see a car heading down into a ditch. I quickly park & get out. At some point around this time I hear a loud crash. From where I am I can’t really see down the ditch. But, it sounded pretty fucking bad.
I look around for witnesses. Nobody except a couple of people 100 yards down the road too far away to see. The first thought in my head is “SOMEONE CALL 911!! I’M GONNA GO CHECK ON THEM!!” – But, I don’t yell yet – I just start running… and Fucking. Hard.
When I get to the middle of the road, I see the car try to back out. This is a good sign I thought – even though it didn’t get too far. An oncoming car slows down towards me – I nod and wave them past. When I get to the side of the road, I yell down “ARE YOU OKAY?” and an “I’M OKAY” comes back. But, I don’t move – he’d just scared the fuck out of me – maybe I needed more convincing. He steps out of the car and stands up, “YOU’RE OKAY?” I ask him again, and another “I’M OKAY” comes back.
I start to walk away. He starts to walk away. I had to give the couple of people walking down the road double ‘He’s Okay’s’ on the way back. Like me they needed a second one to feel safer too ( Sidenote: this is a great way to meet chicks!! ). When I leave, he’s in the parking lot across the street talking on his phone. “It’s his problem now” – I thought. And my ‘German Lunch’ was soon followed by several more beers.
Fast forward to the Chauvin trial of today. It’s really fucking with my head. This isn’t who I am & I wish there weren’t people like this.