Tour

What should it matter ? Where am I going ? Of course one wants to keep a pace. One is going some-place. One is going to sunset. That is the day's mission. Go to sunset. If I go faster I will be further in the distance. I will be in the land of further. How much further is that from less-far ? 27.239 kilometres further.

The metric-mile, spatially it was geometry class I really hated. My poor teacher. That guy really tried. This teacher was not the new-pal psychology. I'm older but, "hey - just like you". This teacher was tall, brown-suited, combed-back, serious looking and very professional, like this is education not tread-mill. He was also my soph year basket-ball coach - same year as geometry. He wouldn't play me. Gave me one shot in one big game, in front of the frosh-soph varsity Friday night basketball gymnasium forum crowd. End of story. But I got even with him. Senior year somehow, he had no one to play guard but me. He wanted me and I refused. I played loyally for three years on Saturday mornings, when nothing there but sweat. I didn't even game-play there much, substitute I think. I was miffed. I had been a star in grade school - first-starter. I practiced and practiced. I was fast. But the good players were strong, stronger than me, and I was wiry. I got even. It was geometric math. You subtract me for three years. Now it is my turn to subtract you. "But you can be a star". What happened to me ? Why didn't I want to be a star anymore ? Was it merely revenge ? I was to quit high-school shortly thereafter, so I was probably already not there. I left him my leaving-card.

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