The view from the dash of the Lexus on my morning commute. On the left is what used to be known as Dyke 8.
Another rainy day. The rain began around 4am this morning, and continued through most of the day. I went to Raley’s at 6am to grab a few things, including two packages of beef jerky.
Connor asked why the beef jerky for breakfast. I replied that it wasn’t for breakfast. It was an emergency snack if he got stuck on Highway 50 during his snowboarding trip to Sierra at Tahoe. He left to pick up his buddy at 7:30am, and returned home around 3pm.
Thankfully, the beef jerky wasn’t needed. But, my new jade GoreTex jacket came in clutch because Connor left his jacket in Reno.
“Can you explain this gap in your resume?”
“Yes. Life is about more than constant, meaningless toil for 40-50 years resulting in a desolate twilight of failed ambitions. The social contract is broken, and the system is a lie. You and I are both trapped in the same Sisyphean hell where no amount of working harder or longer will ever truly grant the rewards we were promised. The real question is, why are there no gaps in your resume?”