The chili tasted good. A cold beer to wash it down with would have been nice though.
The Championships venue, The Wyndham in Orlando, was big; I had helped myself to their pool, (read: snuck in), got a last minute work out in the gym and, of course, enjoyed the sauna. I did steal a towel from the desk when no one was looking and I did return it later that week. I am sure this hotel would have been a great place to stay at.
The chili tasted good. A person to eat with would have been nice though.
The trunk of the rented car I sat on was comfortable, the parking lot empty. I was happy that I had grabbed a plastic fork off of a house cleaning cart inside the hotel; it was either that or drink the chili straight from the can.
The chili tasted good. Uncertain where I would find myself that evening I was probably a sight to see by any onlooker. Prepared to sleep in the car I waited for a text, any text, from anyone to say, â€œHey! You can come over and sleep here!â€ Sweating in the florida heat, no doubt smelly and clutching on that can of chili as if it were my only food â€“ because it was, I ran through my forms in my head, which has a tendency to make me move my arms and torso as if I was actually Rope Darting. Tomorrow, Monday, would be round 1 of the WKC World Championships; either I would advance and have to come back again later in the week for the second and final rounds, or, I would be in Florida for about a week with absolutely nothing to do.
The chili tasted good as I pondered life. The car was comfortable as I questioned my sanity. The fork did its job of being a fork. The odds tomorrow were, of course, against me. A kung fu stylist winning anything in the World Karate Championships is like trying to win the Tour d’France on a tricycle.
The chili tasted good, I found myself blinking my eyes, â€œAm I really here right now?â€ These moments have happened to me before: I get this wild idea to go do something, seemingly fall asleep in default world and wake up at the place I desired to be at, oftentimes having no recollection of the events that took place to get me there. It is bewildering. I shuttered and had that â€œshookâ€ feeling, that, â€œwhat am I doing here right now?â€ feeling. Magic is real and can leave one breathless, beware of your inherent powers my Wizard friends.
The chili tasted good. I was alone, going down the only road I’ve ever known. This gave me Faith.
The chili tasted good. Realizing that this adventure meant that I will have one less Ghost of possibilities surrounding my death bed. This gave me Peace.
The chili tasted good. I would march onto that competition floor tomorrow for my RDA Team and for every dartist in the world. This gave me Love.
Demons subsided momentarily, I finished eating my chili.
It tasted good