Circle of Life

...or, Remind me to never get up this early.

I'm writing this from my office at 7:00a.m. because I'm a sucker. I somehow got talked into going to an early morning presentation at the local "Old Boys Club" in town and therefore got suited up at some ungodly hour. First of all, it's quite a feat just to get me into a suit, but at 6:30a.m., that's just obscene!

I find it terribly disconcerting that it was still dark when I hopped on the early(special) bus into town. I find it more upsetting that the people are actually polite on the early bus. They aren't in a hurry. They don't stand in front of the bus so that they can be the last ones out. Hell, they even stay seated until the people in front of them have gotten up and are starting their exit for the bus. Inconceivable!

Then, as I'm walking across the plaza to my office in the sky, I hear this giant boom of, "Naaaaaaaants ingonyama bagithi baba" coming from the jumbo-tron behind me on the theater.

How apropos!

First of all, it scared the shit out of me. Secondly, isn't that how they welcomed the dawn in that god-awful play? It somehow translates to "There comes a lion." Yep.. that's me.

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