Yell Yell Yell

Remembering what a high school teacher used to say: “Study to learn and you’ll never fail.” Most of us in that class looked around confused and shook our heads every time he said that. I think the bewilderment came not from what he said but from how loud he yelled it. He really yelled. Yell.

Yell Yell Yell Yell Yell Yell Yell Yell.

Am I going Zen? Has yelling always been this obvious to me? The sound of your voice. The pitch. The angularity, the steepness, the shrill anxiety not of the words but of the sound. What Martin Luther King, Jr., would have called The Image. But for the sake of the image.

Earlier I spilled mustard on this shirt.

I need to spend a week in motel rooms. Longing for bottle openers on the bathroom sink and savoring HBO.