Space available

More than once someone has told me, “Dude,you’re out there.”

As a confessed odd duck, I still see no reason to quack about it. But there are advantages.

I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase, “Space is limited.” Most often that phrase is reserved for the buying public interested in securing their small chunk of real estate as it relates to an event. But, I believe space is vast. I am happy to report that with my internal solar system, I’m able to access its vastness with my feet still firmly planted on the ground. My head swirling in the miasma saves me the considerable expense of renting a rocket ship and saves the planet by not burning fossil fuels. Win, win.

I rode the psychedelic induced acid ship out there in the ’70s and ’80s and never fully came back. Now, I believe I’m out there because space is not limited, and there’s plenty of room out there for me. Right now you too are probably thinking, “That dude really is out there.”

Don’t judge me until you’ve walked a mile in my shoes. That way you’re a mile away and you’ve got my shoes.

There are plenty of others in my half-baked circle who say, “Ooh, that shit tastes raw.” Then they ask me, “Haven’t I seen you out there? I’m out there too.”

People are starting to realize that it’s hip to be a little bit out there. Square used to be a dirty word. Now I’m proud to be a square, out there in a world of rounds. I used to be the anti-square out there, but that landed me in prison, where people are really way out there.

As of late, people are starting to encroach on the inner-outer borders where space is limited meets space available, it’s starting to get a little crowded in the vastness of my space. I’m considering going back in there, to see if in there is the new out there. Maybe I’ll do that before I’m over the hill, which too is way out there.  I’ll have to meditate on it, which requires going inside.

With all the organs, bones and blood crammed into my limited sack of skin, it’s really crowded inside. At least I’ll be alone inside. I’d have to have skin like a bloodhound for there to be room for anyone else to come inside with me and they’d probably bring their opinions with them, which would defeat the whole purpose. Besides, when I attempt to meditate, I get locked outside and can’t get back inside, but end up back out there right where I started. I spent a lot of time outside as a kid, which was a safe place to be. I can tell you that being out there ain’t what it used to be.

I may have to install a Doug door so I can be inside, or out there, depending on which way the wind is blowin’..

Speaking of out there… I wrote a book. It’s pretty out there, I’d guess, but if you want to get inside my skin a bit, don’t be a tick,  buy the book instead, It’s quite a ride!

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