Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of October 13, 2019
• When working through the overnight as I tend to do, I take breaks with quick walks up and down my block. I see a lot of rats running around my block and I’m always filled with an overwhelming thirst to get a .22 rifle or a high-powered pellet rifle and shoot them from my front stoop. The idea of a rat’s death brings a smile to my face.
• I’m 99 percent sure that 1999 David Himmel would fucking hate 2019 David Himmel.
• I’m 100 percent confident that if 1999 David Himmel and 2019 David Himmel got into a fight, 2019 David Himmel would pummel the younger version. I’ve got twenty extra years of rage to work out and since I’ve already got a wife and a scar on my face, I don’t care how battered I might get when 1999 David Himmel throws a beer bottle, table lamp, and flaming shoe at me.
• As a forty-year-old husband and father, I wonder if I’ll ever hit the point where I feel grown up. I hope it never happens.
• The shift to cooler weather does not agree with me. It gets worse each autumn. I respond so poorly to it that I’ll dress for twenty-degree weather when it’s a mid-fifties day. This could be poor circulation. It could be my subconscious pouting that the summer has never been long enough. It’s likely the latter.
• The Eagles are a grossly overrated band. Separate from that, Hotel California might be the most terrible song ever recorded. Worse, yes, than Rebecca Black’s Friday.
