Also, Pumpkin Scones!

I want to say publicly I am thankful for all of you.

Written August 29, Recovered, Uncut

Late at night, he contemplates his upwind hucking abilities and writes about himself in the third-person, shirtless, with that vaguely sweaty feeling typical of late August. The end of summer has always made him feel poetic, and, for him, there can be no finer subject to dwell on than that of his own wretched existence.

Of late, his forehand has been suffering - the result of too many low-release outside-in throws that scrape down hard on the broiling parking lot asphalt. He wonders if he will never again throw the pass like he did a month ago: twenty yards through traffic and his receiver didn't have to move an inch. Even his backhand has been failing him these days. His friend showed him a new grip, and now he doesn't know what to believe. Recently, it's all been up in the air.

The End Was So Close

Something big is coming, and it is footage.

Alternatives

Around It

Here is the thing:

In frisbee, there is always a way around it.

Look, here is the thing:

There are so many things that are just in the way that are directly between where we are and where we want to be and they manifest themselves in so many ways, and the primary issue is that there is no way around it: a breakup, or a breakdown, or a breakdancing competition - obstacles that are unavoidable.

Sometimes it is important to imagine these sorts of things as brick walls built across the interstate of life, the sort of thing you have to get out of your car to chip away at because there is no way around it (please bear with me, we are so close), and it takes a while depending on what sort of a hammer you have or perhaps how big the wall is, and here it comes, look, sorry.

Here is the thing:

I have liked playing frisbee for a long time but I fell in love when I realized there is always a way around it. Step out, get low, aim for the cones, never huck it to the middle third of the field, lead your cutter, be chilly, look off, fake, fake, fake. The defense is fronting the stack, so curl it around them. Tilt your forehand up, outside-in. Let the deep cutter run it down like she's greeting an old friend from high school. Nothing is in your way if you know what you're doing.

In frisbee, there is always a way around it.

Dancers