The World of ODD

It's been more than a decade since I came up with phrase/title "Adventures in Doughnutland". Born out of a morning trip to Dukin' Donuts where I found myself arguing on the merits of what a dozen actually means in the realm of math. She insisted 11, where I insisted (correctly, I might add) 12. This little tit-for-tat went on for a little more than five minutes when Counter Girl finally turned to her amused co-worker who then told her that "yes, twelve was indeed the number that made up a dozen." In the end I ended with 13 doughnuts --a baker's dozen to be precise-- for my effort and arguing with stupidity. Needless to say, while I still occasionally find myself in a Dukin', it took a while to do so and even longer to find myself back in that particular Dukin' Donuts.

The sad --or would it be funny-- truth is that things like that were/are the norm rather than the odd, the odd being usually where I end up. Like bar hopping down Western Avenue on Christmas Eve, Bondage Night at the (now defunked) Dome Room in Chicago on the day before Thanksgiving, finding myself naked and rolling in the mud with some blonde hottie behind my friends garage or stealing a plastic Owl out from the vines at a prestigious winery then driving home blind drunk down the Chicago Skyway. Yes odd is where I happen to find myself of plenty of occasions, and, truth-be-told, where I rather like to be found. Odd to me means fun. Fun people, fun times, fun life.

A life without ODD in my mind is a life not worth living. And now being older than I like to be I find THE ODD to be cherished even more. The sanctimonious bullshit of what life is suppose to be and how to be lived isn't for me. And I speak from experience. I've found myself many-a-time, like a drunk in rehab, trying to do what was always considered that "right thing"  to be doing and always having it bite me right in the ass. (Work 2 jobs, 50-60 hours a week, and be in debt; stay out if trouble just to be hassled and arrested by the cops because I don't fit the mold of what I should look like. I mean what the fuck... but I digress) No, where I belong is in that world of ODD. That's where the fun lies and be damned what society thinks.