Rubberband Man

Eventually they are going to discover that deep within the recesses of every human being
is a large rubber band.

You don't believe me?

Sometime there is barely any tension on the band.  Other times the band is wound up very tight.

You still don't believe me?

I can prove it.  Sit very still.   Feel your breath going in an out of your belly.  

In a minute you will be able to feel the rubber band that runs the length of your abdomen. 

Who would have thought that deep inside we are just like a toy airplane, or a tin soldier that you can wind up, let go, and watch flop around all over the place?

However,  there is a problem.   Sometimes our circumstances prevent us from releasing our inner rubber band.   Like at work.   I mean, who would really dig if some day they walked into your office and saw you flopping around all over the place?  It happened to me one time in Edwardsville, and let me tell you it is not cool and does not promote confidence in your abilities as a professional.

Psychologists use words like anxiety, stress, panic attacks.   Psychiatrists dispense medications to expand the rubber band temporarily.  

But I think that you've never heard the sound like the Rubberband Man.  And...

You are bound to lose control when the Rubberband starts to jam.

For the dude is outta sight.

Everything he does, seems to come out right.

Once I went to hear him play in Gillette, Wyoming.   He used to work with my dad and the Posadas.   The Posadas were from Columbia I think.   They had Pong.   Accordingly, they were cooler than any other family in the neighborhood.   Juan Posada even had what was for a junior high boy the equivalent of porn.   I'm not sure what the magazine was, but it did show some dude performing cunniligus on a woman.   They even told me they used to have maids in South America.   Moreover, they believed in ghosts.   If you prayed to some saint, the saint would allegedly wake you up at the time you told them to.  Or some such nonsense.  

I remember hanging out in their basement.   With the Rubberband man spinning around.

 
Jazz is not dead.  It just smells funny.  Madison plays wing not point.  Mackenzie gets an attitude.  Sunshine day dream eclipses Jakes leg.  Nicotine butter and tea.  And brain stacks.  Rotary meetings. Negromaro, salento, and Italian wine.