returning, like boomerangs, go out then only to come back in, spiderweb, caught spiraling in, to where the black widow raises her fangs, stabs you with them, and wraps you up in silk. some people might actually enjoy that. compliments, remembering when compliments were paid, not in full, like credit cards, or reinchecks, or traveller's checks even, sweet, i remember certain compliments, they tend to stick in the mind, a time when things went well, when the world smiled upon you and was gracious to you, much like the good Lord, these are the days, those were the times, and i once used to be at the top of my game, but no longer, because the game is no longer on, i haven't retired, i'm just riding the bench for a while, big injury set me back, like a groin pull, it's still tight although it should be fully healed, don't want to injure it again, that would be a pain, but then again, don't want to give less than my best, because what's the point of being out there if you can't do that?