You are guilty

Boys and fisticuffs  Another day on the range, at least that is how I think.

There is the evidence gathering.  Which students in the class witnessed the event?  One by one those witnesses are questioned outside, while the finger-pointers steam at their desks, out of ear shot.

Debates, questions, answers ensue.  Decision made.  Teacher directs the two less-angry students outside to deliver the verdict.                                                                              

Sometimes both are guilty.  If the students are girls, this is highly probable. Cat fights/shouting, you know.  

Sometimes one is the guilty party and the other the victim.  These are usually boys. 

 One will shout the loudest and deny the most.  He will also accuse the other of the very things of which he himself has been accused.   I look at that person suspiciously from the get-go.

 Chances are this is not his first time facing judgment. 

I sigh.  Being the judge, delivering the verdict is a great responsibility. Well, sometimes it works to grant grace.

 

Tax Man

 

 

In the past my opinions about The Beatles fluctuate. 1965 was when I first learned of them (7th grade. Since then, The Beatles have made some really good music, and some I really dislike.

 That aside, this song is one that I didn't understand until I became an adult. April 15 is always remembered.

This song is unusual for me. I am picky when it comes to music.

 

Joe Bonamassa : guitarist super

"The Taxman" with George Harrison? Isn't that awesome? What is your favorite song? The Beatles? If any?  What about Joe Bonamassa. That man can play.

August, Abandonment

 

Mind gone dry,

Mined too many times.

Rocks crumble

From inside the hill.

Nothing left to pick 

With a broken tool.

Wind echoes

Through empty caverns,

Taking wisps of ideas

Leaving dry husks

In which

Only a throbbing sound

Is heard.

Abandoned.

Source: Izabelha