Nothing of Regret (My Name is Ray Mond)

I had just finished eating a coffee cup full of this honey graham cracker cereal. I eat it out of a coffee cup because it keeps the portions down. Gotta watch my frame. My life is REAL SHIT, MOTHERFUCKER! Whatever.

I put the coffee cup with a little puddle of milk still left at the bottom in the sink. Rinse into the cup about three-quarters of the way up and ease up to about a centimeter from overflow. Stop. So the milk that was left in the bottom of the cup floats up to the surface. I'm thinking that the bright white milk settled across the top of the water in a completely unique pattern looks kind of what I imagine the Arctic Ocean is looking like right now...

...and simultaneously reaching for the faucet handle to rain Armageddon on this pristine field of marine ice.

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I pull back off the faucet handle immediately. Torrent stops. Some milky white ice remains!

So then I start to kind of feel sad because the post-apocalypse Arctic-Ocean-in-a-cup just isn't nearly as beautiful as the original, pristine wonder I was allowed but a fleeting glance of...

And then I'm in the garage. Smoking. Again.
There's a ray of light beaming through the garage window. It's chilly in the garage in March, but I'm still shirtless and in my underwear.

I start noticing how the smoke seems to float in the beam of sunlight, wavering back and forth like some sort of intergalactic ocean of gas suspended light years away from the Arctic-Ocean-in-a-Cup and the fact that I am part of several worlds at once makes me happy. So then my dumb ass decides I need to try to capture this moment forever in digital photograph form. I run and get the camera. I'm trying to get the right angle...I take a shot of the beam of light with the smoke floating in it...just doesn't quite capture how my eyes are really seeing it. I try again. Better, but still not quite the same as the real experience. ONE. MORE. TRY....

...MY CAMERA DIES.

Just my luck.

I press on.