“How did I get here?” Moments

Some recent ones:

1. In a sweltering military surplus store in the middle of Fucking, Nowhere, where an old man was showing me the proper way to cinch an army duffle.
2. Trying not to get submitted in a matter of seconds by a Pan Am grappling bronze medalist. And failing.
3. Murph Pup chewing up my condoms. At least they weren’t used.
4. Prepping food for grilling with our director. Eating steaks and drinking the Kansas City beer I brought, bullshitting with the crew. Right before Jeff shoots me in the back with a BB gun.
5. 

Yeah, there may be a logical reason for each of these:

1. I needed the duffle for sandbag training.
2. I’m learning MMA.
3. Murph will eat anything that’s not [this space intentionally left blank].
4. Jeff tends to be around living things that are wounded, or dead things that were made so recently. Neither by coincidence.
5. Louisiana may be known as the “Sportsman’s Paradise,” but even a capital-S Sportsman takes a backseat to the Lord in Shreveport.

But even when there’s a sensical chain of events leading to a surreal moment, it’s always nice when you realize one for what it is.