The name of the place where I go to Tai Chi is called The Circle of Life.
The Circle of Life is a humble outfit, usable floorspace a mere 20'x40'. At The Circle of Life, we do the Swingin' Branches. We do the Archer and the Flick. We even do the Deer. Yes, we do all 16 dances.
Strange, I find myself in auspicious-sounding places and the outcome is not what I expected. Like, the time I got attacked by a dog at Dog Beach. Well, I guess that's not ironic, is it? There's the time I caught the chicken pox in Fantasyland. Small world? No. Brutal.
Oh, I dropped ecstasy at an Academic Decathlon competition held at a place called Horizon...
so, so stupid. I remember there was an interview, scored by a panel, or something, I apparently made a good enough impression to pull top score. Bombed everything else. I lettered for that. Never ex'ed again.
I once encountered the likes of a Jesus freak revival at Whispering Pines. There were hundreds of 'em. Did I ever tell you about this? I stumbled into a book burning. Who the fuck still does that?
I pretended to dig it, then hastily slipped away unnoticed.
The City of Hope still sends me postcards, inquiring how I'm gettin' on. I appreciate the gesture, though it's an empty one. The last support group I attended, I regretted. I looked into their eyes, and listened intently, and I figured out fighting cancer doesn't make us brothers in arms.
The Circle of Life is a humble outfit, usable floorspace a mere 20'x40'. At The Circle of Life, we do the Swingin' Branches. We do the Archer and the Flick. We even do the Deer. Yes, we do all 16 dances.
Strange, I find myself in auspicious-sounding places and the outcome is not what I expected. Like, the time I got attacked by a dog at Dog Beach. Well, I guess that's not ironic, is it? There's the time I caught the chicken pox in Fantasyland. Small world? No. Brutal.
Oh, I dropped ecstasy at an Academic Decathlon competition held at a place called Horizon...
so, so stupid. I remember there was an interview, scored by a panel, or something, I apparently made a good enough impression to pull top score. Bombed everything else. I lettered for that. Never ex'ed again.
I once encountered the likes of a Jesus freak revival at Whispering Pines. There were hundreds of 'em. Did I ever tell you about this? I stumbled into a book burning. Who the fuck still does that?
I pretended to dig it, then hastily slipped away unnoticed.
The City of Hope still sends me postcards, inquiring how I'm gettin' on. I appreciate the gesture, though it's an empty one. The last support group I attended, I regretted. I looked into their eyes, and listened intently, and I figured out fighting cancer doesn't make us brothers in arms.
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waldo_jeffers:
The time you got attacked by a dog at Dog Beach!! 
waldo_jeffers:
Ok not that getting attacked by a dog is amusing, but the fact that it would happen at a place called Dog Beach...