Friday the 13th, you don’t really believe in that hokey ****?
In the process of doing the dirty deed, Lawrence failed to notice an approaching police car and was unaware of his audience until Officer Brenda Taylor approached him. It was an unusual situation, that’s for sure,’ said Officer Taylor. ‘I walked up to Lawrence and he’s just banging away at this pumpkin.’ Officer Taylor went on to describe what happened when she approached Lawrence. Continue reading →
Hardly a day goes by when I don’t think about quitting this Internet business. Hanging it up. Taking my proverbial bat and ball and going home. In my imagination, the day after I quit is a wonderful, relaxing, joyful experience.
I reconnect with old friends, walk on the beach, read, listen to music, play guitar, play golf, eat leisurely meals off of real plates, exercise, meditate, maybe go see a matinee, or take a stab at writing a few pages of a self-indulgent nature and then, after taking the dog for a walk, climb into bed and fall into a peaceful, stress-free sleep.
The day after that, bored out of my mind, I start drinking Screwdrivers around the clock and quickly descend into a dark, frothing madness that leads to either being institutionalized or posting something clever and humorous to a bus board, or at worst, acute liver failure and an agonizing, premature death.
The thing is with writing is that sometimes you have no control over what you write. It’s like being drunk I guess. You do it and then have no memory of it later. You don’t know what you were feeling at the time and you don’t know why you wrote it. Looking back, it doesn’t even make sense but you know there was a lot of pain.
The really scary part?
There’s hardly a day goes by when I don’t think about quitting this Internet business.
It is not easy, sitting here, 24/7 writing all this, five days per week.No wait a minute, is that right?531 words just for you, now tell me, “don’tcha feel kinda special. The PUMP-HOUSE GANG IS NOW LONG GONE, AS AS USUAL, IT WAS ALL ABOUT GRANDMA.
Things have more or less unraveled around here over the holidays.I am confined to the home now with some kind of viral infection, pumped up on antibiotics and pain killers (it is not all bad).When I get more better which should happen some time in the near future, I will be back to this.
A great deal of traffic this week on folks reflecting what the Christmas Season means to them. Heavy emphasis on “memories of past holidays” and how it all seems to stick with them, over the years, and never goes away. This is just that type of story, and at Christmas time in the Heartland.
Here lately I am seeing a solid stream of Oklahoma politicians, political wanna-be’s and other social miscreants making a bee line to Washington to pay homage or tribute to our newly elected President. As my Daddy used to say, “they are not fooling anyone, they are all lining up at the trough.”
Enable distraction-free writing mode, and everything surrounding the editor will fade away when you start typing. Move your mouse out of the editor to reveal everything again. Or you could move into a cave somewhere in The Sierra Nevada’s and eat granola bars until the drought is over. Flush hard, Bakersfield needs the water.
Most folks I believe, start out with the best of intentions, but somewhere along the way, something goes a little haywire and it all starts to unravel. This is the point, where if you are the least bit talented in feeling out the peculiar things of life, you will quickly realize that … People who “tell it like it is” …. usually tell it like A**Holes.
Y’know while we are running around like dogs, chasing our own tails, on this racial crap. It might be time to make changes, b’sides the flag thing. I don’t think white people should be trying to dance like black people. Stop it! Stick to your Lawerence Welk Poka’s and waltzes on Public Telvision. Another thing that you should drop is that repulsive country line-dancin that you do and just try and be yourself. Be proud! Be white! Be lame and get the ____ off the dance floor.