Where I Hang My Hat.

My bachelor pad is simple, clean, and quiet. It's a place where I hang my hat, leave work at work, and tune outta this maddening world of stiff competition, politically incorrect politics, frail egos, and insatiable insecurities. Here, I reflect, reject, and respect things either worthy or unworthy of my attention and focus. There's enough stress at work, on the road, in the car, in the relationships, over the water, under the bridge, by the sidewalks, on the corners, in the alleyways, at the airport, and through the longest of longer days. Like Frost, I have many miles to go through the (thickest) of snow before I sleep. Some days are good, some days are better, and amazingly...some days aren't as bad as one might think. Whatever the case, my mind is like a masturbating monkey out for a quick fix of cappuccino and corn syrup mixed with a premium Grade-A testosterone, which I think is way better than the stuff major league ballers are injecting, nowadays . But, alas, enough about monkey sexual habits and coffee and steroids. Like I said, the bachelor pad is simple, clean, and quiet.