Ramblings of a Bald Man

I finally figured out what that line is in the Garden State trailer. It seems kinda profound if you ask me.

So I wrote that quote thing during my lunch break cause I didn’t want to forget. Today after work I went and hung out with Professor Colleymore. He’s a really awesome person. I help him out with computer things sometimes and drive him around and then he usually takes me to get some food somewhere. He’s legally blind so he can’t do things like drive to Wal-Mart or Staples or the grocery store or whatever. I always love spending time with him because every second is quality. I feel comfortable talking about absolutely whatever with the man. He’s also one of those kind of people that’s just on fire for God. It’s something I usually realize how much I miss after I spend time with him. Working at a christian university and spending time with a lot of christians, a lot of times the God factor is just “assumed” and gets left out of things. It’s great to hang out with Colleymore cause I can talk about things God has done for me, how I feel God is directing my life at the moment, etc. I know I could bring that up with other people…it just doesn’t always seem natural though. Well today we ate at a place called Ugaldes Family Restaurant. It’s run by a mexican or spanish guy and the owner’s brother has another restaurant in Wabash I think…well, somewhere. Colleymore has gone there a lot so I think everybody kinda knows him. Our waitress was this small mexican girl and when we sat down Colleymore said I was Chalupa. She kinda looked at me weird and then he announced I was his son. That really confused her. Then later on she asked if we needed anything and Colleymore says, “I’m alright, but Chalupa here was hoping he could get your number.” She kinda stops in mid-stride, starts to take a pen out of her pocket then I laugh and she looks at me then kinda laughs and puts her pen away. I don’t know if she didn’t realize what he said or was actually going to write her number down. It was funny nonetheless. I think every single time I’ve gone somewhere with Colleymore, he’s always tried to get a girl’s phone number for somebody.

Well, anyways, getting back to the family thing. Colleymore always says he has no friends. He just has familia. It’s something he picked up when he was in jail from a latino guy once. Basically he’s been through a LOT of stuff. He’s also found out who his friends are and who aren’t his friends. Many times somebody will say they’re your friend, but as we all know, actions speak about 3.6 billion times louder than words. That’s why he calls me his son instead of his friend. I’m sure he’d do just about anything for me if I asked him. I would also try to do anything for him if he asked me. It’s kinda cool how that works out. I think it’s the way the church is supposed to work…it rarely does though from what I’ve experienced. Now don’t get me wrong, there are definate bright spots here and there, but the church as a whole isn’t living this out. I’m not talking about individuals, I’m talking about church bodies as a whole. I’m also just as guilty as anybody else though because I’ll bend over backwards for a friend. I’ve told some friends to call me whenever, wherever and I’ll do anything short of killing somebody, and maybe even that. Now I’m not exactly serious about the killing part…but you never know. Seriously, I’m not a violent person, but I think anybody reading this would know what I mean. Well, Squatz informed me I write a lot so I think I’ve hit my quota for tonight. hasta la vista