Friday, September 24, 2004
Corky was a man of baseball superstition.
Every movement was part of a larger pattern that he had set up for himself. The line between order and obsessive-compulsive had grown thin. Not just Ethiopian thin, but "dash to the Shopping Mall Restroom and Vomit" thin.
It you take all the years that Corky spent trying to write the great American screenplay, then multiply that number by ten and divide by the number of persons in the coffee shop at 2:15 every Tuesday, he had the pick 3 lottery in Washington State EVERYTIME! This discovery kept Corky from ever finishing anything artistic over the years..
Offsetting the pick 3 winnings was the long and dangerous drive up Highway 1 to Washington's Lottery Claims center outside Tacoma. On the way home from Seattle's sister city, after winning pick three for the eighth straight time, Corky ended up in a car accident that brought him back to square one financially. No health insurance really sucks. He broke every bone in his body. Miraculously, his Carb count and cholesterol levels remained untarnished.
When he got out of the hospital, Corky soon discovered the coffee shop had gone out of business. He was down on his luck. Something had to give.
Every movement was part of a larger pattern that he had set up for himself. The line between order and obsessive-compulsive had grown thin. Not just Ethiopian thin, but "dash to the Shopping Mall Restroom and Vomit" thin.
It you take all the years that Corky spent trying to write the great American screenplay, then multiply that number by ten and divide by the number of persons in the coffee shop at 2:15 every Tuesday, he had the pick 3 lottery in Washington State EVERYTIME! This discovery kept Corky from ever finishing anything artistic over the years..
Offsetting the pick 3 winnings was the long and dangerous drive up Highway 1 to Washington's Lottery Claims center outside Tacoma. On the way home from Seattle's sister city, after winning pick three for the eighth straight time, Corky ended up in a car accident that brought him back to square one financially. No health insurance really sucks. He broke every bone in his body. Miraculously, his Carb count and cholesterol levels remained untarnished.
When he got out of the hospital, Corky soon discovered the coffee shop had gone out of business. He was down on his luck. Something had to give.
# posted by DH @ 8:12 AM 
