I’m sick of losing. All my sports teams are losers. I lost my watch at the race track, where I lost my shirt. That was enough to make me lose my mind, then lose my parking receipt. I lost my discipline and watched television for five days straight. Then I lost money on a made for TV offer, a guarantee or your money back electric flossing machine, that loosened a tooth and I lost that too. And the money back - I lost out in the small print - a used electric tooth flossing machine cannot be re-sold. My mind flashed back to the beaming salesman on television - loser!

People around me started losing too. A friend found his wife cheating on him, a pal reached for his car keys and walked home, brothers wandered into the hills and panicked when the path disappeared and the clouds descended. An old granny I respected pulled the one arm bandit in Las Vegas and lost out to the tumbles of bronchial pneumonia. A kid on my block lost his marbles, and the school sent him home.

If I knew anything about Philosophy 101, I would find the meaning in the words needed to express the dialectical or duality of win/loss but I can’t. I lost consciousness listening to that shit at college.