Boxing Day

DAVE FOLEY

I’ve been training with a boxing coach for two months now, two hours a day, five days a week.  It’s a 40 minute drive each way every day, and I’m usually making that drive before sunrise.  People think I’m a little crazy for doing this, but I think it’s not nearly as crazy as spending all my money on Birken bags or Louboutins…

The drive there is silent and reflective, before I’ve had a chance to wake up, when the world is a deep crystalline blue punctuated by stars and oncoming headlights.  It’s before my anxieties really have a chance to gather into the unrelenting storm that usually overtakes my brain my about noon.  I tend to think a lot about the past and I’m usually filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

Six or seven years ago, I used to be up at 5 am, driving around waiting for my connection to text me back so I could reup.  I was student on grants and scholarships straddling the hood mentality I’d grown up with and and the aspirational culture of the university system with all its degrees and chances at the American Dream.  I wasn’t doing too well with that, I was all ambition with no guidance or coping skills for this new world I found myself in.  I knew how to navigate a drug deal or a street fight but trying to think of the future and adulthood as a real thing that I could achieve was beyond me.

What’s important here and now is that, at that time, I thought I was going to be a lifer and that my life wasn’t going to last that long and I longed for that moment.  I would have never imagined that in a few years I would be clean, that I’d own property, have a car (yes, most of you are taking that shit for granted), have a career, friends, and just about everything on the horizon, that my writing would be on the verge of something, that I would love myself…that life would be for me, a joyful thing.

I think of it a lot this time of year, because it was this time of year that I finally decided to get clean and try to have another go at forming new dreams and pursuing them.  I never get so sad anymore because life has taught me this, that no matter what’s going on, you have no idea what’s coming next and it could just be the thing to lift you out of the gutter and hurtle you up to the stars.  I think a lot of the saying that I always heard on the street: If you stay ready, you don’t have to get ready.

So if you get ready to live your dreams, when opportunity knocks, you won’t have to rush to find your bathrobe, you know what I mean?

But DAVE FOLEY!

This week’s guest on OBSERVATIONS with Sovereign Syre is Dave Foley of Kids in the Hall.  I came to KITH late, a friend introduced it to me on DVD long after the show had been cancelled, but I fell in love with it, with the timelessness of the humor, the biting satire and the how modern it seems, even now.  I’ve known Dave a little over a year now and we’ve had some fun adventures.  He’s truly the nicest guy that I know…without being sentimental at all.  It’s a combination that’s rare and lovely.  Someone who is kind and will always tell you how it is.

Dave is one of the most thoughtful people I know as well, he actually reads newspapers and articles about just about everything.  You know, a person interested in the world around them.

In this talk I asked Dave if he could explain to me American politics and an hour later I know a lot more about Donald Trump and pie.

Enjoy!

XO
Sovvy

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