Walk This Way

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The right choices -- the smartest move, the wisest path, the most considerate or responsible or least self-destructive course of action -- never flash across my brainpan flatscreen as written messages -- words running right to left saying "you really need to pay your utility bills today" or "you really need to send some ten chili dogs over to the North Bergen fire department." The right thing to do always comes as a very light tap on the shoulder -- so light and subtle sometimes that coarse or undeveloped people don't even know they're being "spoken to," as it were. It's like a barely audible elevator tone in the mind....ping. The words don't have to be repeated or written down or verbalized -- you just know the right course. When I was younger I used to get these signals and go "yeah, maybe...worth considering." Now I don't mess around. When the voice tells me what to do, I do it. The voice knows.

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Posted by Jeffrey Wells on June 10, 2009 at 6:58 AM

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Rich S. says ...

So it's pancakes instead of waffles today? Intriguing.

Posted by Rich S. at June 10, 2009 7:41 AM

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bachelorcool says ...

Does that mean you'll be going to see Transformers 2 after all?

Posted by bachelorcool at June 10, 2009 7:44 AM

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Jeffrey Wells says ...

In what sense would seeing Transformers 2 be "the smartest move, the wisest path, the most considerate or responsible or least self-destructive course of action"?

Posted by Jeffrey Wells at June 10, 2009 7:57 AM

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bachelorcool says ...

For Michael Bay it would.

Posted by bachelorcool at June 10, 2009 8:06 AM

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Jason says ...

You gave chili dogs to the guys who helped you break into your apartment? That's about right. Fire in the hole!

Posted by Jason at June 10, 2009 8:08 AM

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Stringer Bell says ...

Hmmm .... 10 chili dogs at $15 apiece (of course, this would be top of the line chili dogs from Spago's). That would equal what you would have to have paid a locksmith.

God bless the North Bergen, NJ Fire Department!

Posted by Stringer Bell at June 10, 2009 8:22 AM

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Pinko Punko says ...

Is it an ACTUAL voice or just a feeling? I can't believe none of the talkbackers has asked you if the voice has told you to kill anyone.

Posted by Pinko Punko at June 10, 2009 8:50 AM

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Breedlove says ...

Did you really "send ten chili dogs" over to the Fire Dept.? How does one do that, exactly? And why chili dogs?

Posted by Breedlove at June 10, 2009 9:01 AM

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BoshBarnetWonkyDonkey says ...

I didn't realize Jeff lived in Jersey. I thought he was a Manhattan dweller.

I lived in Jersey last year and am so glad to be out. The goddamned PATH train is a soul-destroying hike at the end of a night out. At least in NYC you can get a cab home. To get a cab to Jersey they charge like an extra $40.

Posted by BoshBarnetWonkyDonkey at June 10, 2009 9:14 AM

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fredderf says ...

You mean your conscious? --

In my faith, I was taught that there is an angel on your right shoulder and another angel on your left. They one on your right records your good deeds and encourages you to do more, the one on your right records your sins and readily discounts them if you try to rectify your mistakes. One good deed counts 100 times more than one bad deed.

For me, it's empathy. The moment I empathize is when it's set in stone and I'm in and committed 100%, let's go.

Posted by fredderf at June 10, 2009 9:04 PM

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