In having what is known as an OMD (Organic Mental Disorder) which lends itself to a convoluted account of brain damage -I have to take medication. And since the hospital I go to is on the same train line and the chess club, I thought I’d try and kill two birds with one stone. I didn’t quite have the time, and upon arrival at the chess club, it was evident I was simply too tired to play in a blitz tournament, so I went home. Then something telling occured. After two hours had passed with some hard cycling concluding it, you’d think I would be even more tired and ready for bed. Instead I went and played chess on-line. Why would I do that? The answer came quickly. I am a loner. I shy away from the company of others in favour of solitude, for the most part. And so it was, sat down alone after a shower, I was at home and up for it. I could contrate on what I was doing and not get caught up in the hustle and bustle of blitz. Given that chess is a game of concentration, it lends itself more to the peace and quiet of home more so than the workings of a busy Irish bar with some cover band playing songs the original artists didn’t do a very good job of. How anyone can prioritise pop of metal is beyond me…tapped in the head I suppose!
Had me attire on as I headed into the city and still so when a cream-crackered managed to make it home all done in. City life: sometimes you bite off more than you chew, maddening crowds inescapable always…
Commuting a good 26 hours a day on packed skytrains. Medication I am under doctor’s order for. Cream-crackers pumping through the blood. Turning my back on bitz in search of solitude. Gifts for Grace and smiles all round. Peace and quiet lent itself to a game or two. Midnight stuck. Nothing left to say…
Olcmarcus.
McCreadyandChess 
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