Road Trip

     Brown Beverly screeched to a halt next to me amidst a billow of smoke and blaring noise.  Treev leaned out the window and shot me with his wide wild grin.

     "I said boy, get in."

     I lit a cigarette and eyed the light colored trail Brown Beverly left in her erratic wake, and the pool forming beneath her rusted frame.

     "What's wrong with Brown Beverly?"  I asked with my cigarette pursed tightly in my lips.

     "Got a big ol' hole in the tank, so I filled her up and told ol' Chuck to give me a five minute head start before he lit it.  Now get in."

     "Where we going?"

     "I was thinking of driving out Denver ways.  Doubt we'll make it, but doubt just as much we'll care.  This'll be a night we'll not remember my friend, that I'll guarantee.

     "We can't drive across the plains at night," I said.  "What about the Roving Band of Sodomites?"

     "Didn't you hear?" shrieked Treev, nearly crawling out the window for air.  "They all went to California for the winter.  The plains are ours tonight, and I'll be danged if I got time to sit here and argue with you."

     I eyed the bright blue flame winding up the empty village streets.

     I got in the car, the door slamming shut like a gunshot in the cool fall air.  We sped off into the night with a thick trail of smoke and the fire on our tail; wondering what we'd do, once we got to where.

Guilt by Association

Poor butterflies,
live in the season of mosquitoes and cicadas.
Just fluttering around,
doing their thing.
But when they land it feels like a tiger bite.
So you slap.
Sometimes that happens.
Not just to them.

Quick Back Post

Sorry, been in Yankton, SD and Omaha, NE on a family reunion/vacation. 
For days there I didn't even have internet (the horrors!) 
And for a couple more were just too damn busy.
You know how family is.
But it was a great time. 
Except when an older brother almost got me caught in the middle of a Rail Road gang fight.
Railroads take their territory very seriously.

But more on that later.

Derek Portal Head

Here is a video I made  long time ago and nearly forgot about.  It's not the greatest, but hey, it's better than a filler. 
All animation, voices, and music were done by me.

Yet Another Filler

Not even a story this time.
Just a hectic weekend.
Summer.  Life.
Tried to Put up rain gutters, but got interrupted by rain.  Not even sure what you'd call that.
Maybe Alanis Morissette could tell me.
But I doubt it.
Can smell what the landlord is cooking
It's something with ham.
Damn I love ham.
Oh, and I'm fairly drunk.
Lost a follower too.
That makes me sad.  Sorry I didn't meet your expectations.  You should have contacted my Public Relations department before un-following.
Or it just happens. 
Ever just feel guilty about not posting?
If you have, you know this post.

Filler Post

Why I Need to Start Keeping A 
Sleeping Journal

It's just am image now.
At sleep it was full, real, sensible.
Funny.
"I should write this down."
"Naw, this is too damn good to forget."
So there it sits now,
like a comically posed corpse. 
Not saying it would have turned out any good.
But would be nice to know.

My Keanu Reeves Story

Now I'm sure by now everyone knows the tragic tale of Keanu Reeves.  If you don't, just look up "Keanu Reeves Sad".  The part that always give me the tight chest is the fact is that no matter how much life has pissed on him, he has by all accounts remained what I would dare call an outstanding human being.
But that doesn't mean you still can't have some fun with it.
When ever I see sites were people post their stories about interactions with celebrities, I post this heartwarming tale.
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About 5 years ago my family went to visit my sister in LA. One day while we were there I got roped into watching my niece in a hair salon while my sister got her hair done.
So I'm sitting in the salon lobby, bored as fuck, watching my niece and who walks in but Keanu fucking Reeves.
At first I was kind nervous and freaked out, I'd just kinda glance at him every now and then, trying not to freak him out. But then my fucking niece starts crying and fidgeting and shit and won't shut up. So I'm trying to keep my niece quiet and not bother Keanu, when oops, too late, he gets up and walks over to us.
He just smiled and stroked her hair, and asked me what was wrong. I said I didn't know. Then he looked at me with those penetrating blue eyes and simply said in that soothing voice "She seems like she's hungry."
Then he lifted up his shirt and breastfed my niece right there in the salon lobby.
True story.

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Some people are amused.  Others...not so much.  But now you know if you see this story you have run into me. 

Or one of my followers.