Oh Yeah! … More Crows

Oh Yeah! … More Crows

What conclusions would you make?

- A huge guy is in the SuperMart.  He is wearing all kinds of motorcycle leather and he’s buying three trays of gourmet cat food.  The kind that comes in little cans.  And the top of the boxes are cut off, so all the little cans are just loose in the box.  AND that’s all he’s buying!   ???

- Again speaking of the Super-di-dooper-SuperMart, why are all the colors and designs of nearly every product, so goddamned ugly?!!  I was trying to find some bed sheets.  Leopard stripes and fifty shades of purple? 

- I have a good friend who has a car with the right-hand rearview mirror missing.  Just clipped right off.  This has been the case for at least three years.  How has she gotten past the State Safety Inspection?  You have to take your car in every year to make sure the state doesn't think it's too big a piece of shit to let out on the highways.  I got a Warning Ticket once for a loose license plate!!!  She is young and attractive – I am not - ???

- I live in a very rural and southern part of a very southern state.  Poverty and alcoholism are big problems here.  Very big problem.  During an AA meeting the parking lot at the community center is full, full.  I am not a member, but I drive right past it every Thursday evening going home from work.  On my drive home from work, about twenty miles, I pass no less than ten churches.  I mean it!  Ten Churches in twenty miles!!  Ten churches and the community center where the AA meeting is held and no bars!  We got GOD in abundance and NO liquor!  Somebody is falling down on the job, maybe???

- In my town the Public Library is in a strip mall.  In this strip mall is a pizza joint, a Thai restaurant,  a Dollar Store, a used clothing consignment store and a tattoo parlor.  The parking lot is generally full and the library is generally empty.  ???

- About three years ago a tornado ripped through our county.  It only touched down in two places.  It hit a local grammar school – demolished it! Nothing left but a pile of bricks and twisted school buses.  (It was very late in the day and nobody was at the school – no injuries).  Then it took off the main part of a local Methodist Church.  All that was left was the end of the church where the podium was.  The rest was just gone!  Within six months the church was completely restored, the school remains an empty field.  ???

- On television, watching a crime drama – at a meeting of three detectives, the head detective guy hands two actors a piece of paper.  On it is supposed to be the details of a criminal's record.  One actor is reading the paper by holding it vertically; the other actor is holding the paper horizontally???  (I’m sorry but that really bothered me and I am not OCD.)

- I have heard it before, but then I started noticing it and it is true;  during TV dramas when actors are having a conversation on the phone (cell phone), they do their little actor script lines and then they just hang up.  No Good-bye” or “See ya later” or “Catch on the flip side” – nothing!  Just “flip” phone clips shut.  Rude???

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Squirrels, Vampires and Crows: Part One

Squirrels, Vampires and Crows: Part One

Let’s say I am a vampire, I have to drink blood in order to survive.  I have to avoid direct sunlight.  What else?  No Holy Water – in my mind since we would all die without water then all water must be kind of Holy – but that’s another argument.

And there is the Crucifix stuff.  Maybe I could be a Jewish or Muslim or even a Buddhist vampire?  Are all vampires Christian?  If they are, doesn’t that say something about Christianity?

I could be an Atheist vampire and avoid the whole vulnerability of religiously oriented threats.  Historically all the vampire shit I think (I alone have put together this connection) started with some dude called Vlad the Impaler.  Ole Vlad had some truly harsh habits, one of them being cruel in the most cruel manner – like impaling  persons who did not live up to some criterion that about was as cruel as it could possibly be.  One nasty, nasty dude.

Actually I just like the nom du obserd “Vlad the Impaler”.  If I was an MMA fighter, that’s the title I’d use in the octagon.

This bit of psychologically unstable historical behavior gets all promoted and twisted around by a young writer looking for a big paycheck – his name being Bram Stoker.  OF course the most vulnerable people as regards unverifiable hysterical paranoia are the ones who either can’t read or won’t read – ‘cause it hurts their small brains … maybe?  That’s a personal judgment, I realize, but it’s my blog.

So they never actually read Stoker’s stuff or they might have noticed that it is fiction.  This is pretty obvious in the first few paragraphs.  Ya gotta think just a little bit – first – and the whole notion starts falling apart even if you’ve never read Stoker.  That’s obvious from all the stuff I’ve written above.  Including the wooden steak through the heart as to how to kill a vampire.  I’ve had some bad overcooked steaks in my life – really cooked into a slab of wood.  But you couldn’t drive one of those through soft butter.

Wait … wait!  That’s stake.  Like a tent stake.  Okay, okay you could use one of those – if you like sharpened it.  That would work.  I guess I’ve had that all wrong for years.  But still???  Why a wooden (always wooden, never just wood – can I ask what the difference is?) stake.  Seems to me a nice stainless steel stake would work pretty good.  Maybe just a huge Bowie knife.  Which all doesn’t seem to be quite enough justice since ole Vlad used to drive the wooden stake all the way from butt to noggin though his disappointments.

And finally how did we go from Vlad and drinking all that blood (which incidentally drinking blood will make you pretty sick … ask any Doctor) to books and movies about vampires being all nice and hero-like?  These were evil, bad like, really evil bad bad people.  The villains of villains.  Everybody was out to kill them.  Where’d they get the white hats?

Of course it’s all a matter of money.  Take the villains and give them a whitewash and trot ‘em out on stage again.  Then come up with some new villains to take out the what were villains.  The truth is no one will ever come up with a bad guy as bad as the original bad Vlad guy who started it all.

So on the matter of crows … I think crows are cool as hell.  Crows are like the cool bad boys of birds.  The bird radical skateboarders of the avian world.  Not just black, crows are shiny oily black.  I’d love to get that effect on my motorcycle.  Something very uniquely crowyness about crows.  Crows seem to be like vultures, just better dressed.  They appear to be able to eat anything.  Survive even the worst winters.  Laugh at crappy weather and scarcity.

Now if you could cross-breed crows and vampires, you’d have a pretty tough brand of dudes to deal with.   Or, MMA fighter.

Once I Knew a Young Woman

Once I Knew a Young Woman

Some many years ago I knew a young woman.  We were together for just about ten years and then she became sick and died.  That was … oh about forty years in the past.  I don’t believe I have ever experienced so much pain – grief – ever.  In my mind she will always be twenty-nine years old and now I am old, old, old.

She will be forever young.  Two years ago my father died at the age of ninety-five.  He was so fragile and crippled with age it seemed impossible his heart and lungs still worked.  His legs didn’t work.  He could barely walk across a small room.  Once he was tall, big and strong as an oak.  It hurt when he died, but it was so different.

As I sat with him when he was passing, I thought of that young woman and being forever young.  I realized the only way to be forever young is to die young. The only way to be forever young is to pass before a person can get old, and so everyone who knew that person – well, time stops.  The only memories their friends and loved ones can pull up are the last ones before they passed.  And if the person was truly young at their end of life, that’s how they remain.

Is that fair?  Is that justice?  Is that a good thing?

I find my mind rather mixed on the topic.  But then I am old.  I can’t die young, even if I died tomorrow.  As an older person I can often see what I take to be almost pity in the eyes of young people as they see me struggle, on occasion, to go up or down stairs.  All gray and bald – wrinkled.  They could not possibly know how I find pity in my own soul for them, not knowing that it is possible they will never know a long life.

I just spent the Holidays with a couple of my sons.  Both of them are nearly six inches taller than I am, and a good fifty pounds heavier.  At one time I carried each of them on my shoulders, sometimes for miles.  I looked down at them from twice their height and corrected their occasional misbehavior.  If I pray, and I am not sure I do, I pray that someday they will have the same days I have had.

I survived a war.  I survived numerous financial reversals and being let go from a few jobs (fired).  My main source of transportation is a motorcycle – because it’s cheaper to operate.  Now I am an old man who has no fear of death because I have already cheated it so many, many times.  And that young woman I knew so long ago is still so young, so beautiful and so full of life.

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Dark Alleys, Sunlit Fields

Dark Alleys, Sunlit Fields  (The 24 Hour Village)

How is it that when I finally get up the nerve to borrow a grocery cart, I grab one that has a boogety-boogety wheel?

I been pushing boogety-boogety for at least, well it’s gotta be two years.  Let’s see.  This is the second time I been sweating my balls off for weeks after havin’ froze them near off twice for weeks.  That’s gotta be two years, right?

I been tryin’ to remember where the village is.  I musta walked … well, I did walk all day.  Did my usual route.  Crust’s Donuts for breakfast.  I mean, behind Crusty’s for breakfast.  Then up Third.  Nobody bothers ya on Third.  Cops never go there ‘cause of the gangs.  Almost never.  Unless somebody get’s shot.  Most of the time they don’t get found, the shot ones, for a while, so mostly the cops are just there to make sure the body is taken away.  Don’t investigate much that I seen.

I ain’t got nothin’ to steal and most of the time it’s been a while since I been able to get inside a shower.  Know I mostly smell.  I don’t smell me, but I seen their faces and I’m pretty sure they do.  Smell me, I mean.  An’ I guarantee this coat got fleas.  Never take the coat off.  I learned that.  Never take the coat off.  Summer or winter.  Take the coat off and it gets taken.

Was a time when I got into a shower everyday.  Sometimes, ‘s I remember more than once.  Lots of showers and clothes.  More than one coat anyway.  I know I had more than one coat.  Just so damned fuzzy.  Hard to remember.  So damned hard to remember.  There was a person I remember and sometimes I seem to think it mighta’ been me.  Just not sure anymore.

Oh wait, there’s Jumpy.

“Hey Jump, where’s the village?”

“Stay back, there, McGraw!  I know ya got them fleas again!  Ya oughta get over to the Mission and get ‘em to let you use the wash machine.”

“I lost it.  The mission.  I lost it an’ I lost the Village too.  Gonna be night real soon.  Where’s the village?”

“Saw Mayor a bit ago.  Said to head to tween Plumfield ‘n Washington.  Ya gotta any cigarettes?”

“If I did I already et ‘em.  What street ‘r we on right now?

“Shit! McGraw you git lost ever’ damn day!  Take about a mile straight the way you’re facin’ ‘n go left ‘bout that much again.  Down the alley next to the pawn.”

That’s Jumpy fer ya.  Like he don’t have fleas.  Like the Mission is gonna let me use the wash machine.  I got quarters to put in the wash machine?  They don’t give ya quarters ‘less you spend near the whole day sweepin’, n’ moppin’, or some other fuck job.  Maybe I get a new coat, but the fleas just jump off my shirt into the coat.  Or I get a new shirt and they jump off the coat.  Er pants.  Unless they give me a whole new waredrobe (that the right word?)  What’s the reason?

Before I was old, I had a wash machine.  I think I had a wash machine.  Didn’t need no quarters.  And soap, I had soap to put on the shirts an’ stuff.  There was a woman there.  Beautiful face woman.  Who was that woman?  When I was not old, there was a woman and a wash machine and some little kids.  Maybe that wasn’t me.  And real clean bathroom with a shower.  I lost that, I think.  Jus’ like the village today.  How can a person loose a whole village?

I miss that beautiful face woman and those little kids and that wash machine.

But I got old an’ lost ‘em … somehow.  How did I do that?

This boogety-boogety is just plain onery (that the right word?).  Onery.  Ornery, ya dumb fuck.  What?  The word is “ornery”.  It means “implacable and somewhat mean”.  Huh?  What the fuck!  “You are such a filthy shithead.”  I know that.  I wasn’t always a filthy shithead.  “Yes you were.  You just wouldn’t admit it.  You were angry all the time.  You were abusive to people.”  Abusive?

I don’t get about most of what yer saying.  I don’t like you doin’ that.  Just jumpin’ in on me like that.  ‘S creepy ‘n scary.  If I didn’t straighten you out now and then, you’d walk straight into walls.  Then where would I be?  You’re the fucking idiot who got us into this.

Yer always blamin’ me.  Fuck you!  I don’ remember gettin’ into anythin’.  Town’s got to be somewheres along here.  You haven’t turned left yet, dumbasse.  Oh yeah.  Jumpy said turn left after a mile.  Has it been a mile yet?  More like a couple hundred yards, shithead.  Fuck you!  Fuck you!  That sidewalk is never going to answer you, you know that don’t you, shithead?  Just follow the roach trail and you’ll find it.  Bein’ nice is jes’ not something you like much, ain’t it?

I know how to make you go away, ya know.  Right.  Jes’ stare up at the sky.  Stare up at the sky.  Gotta blink though or you’ll go blind.  Jes’ stare ‘n stare.  Woah … that’s better.  Hey!  There’s a key!  A really good nice key.  That otta fit a lock somewhere.  Plobly gold behind that key.  Better take that key with me.  Maybe the lock be somewhere and the gold behind it.  Someone in town tonight will know where the lock is.

Put that on my key ring here.  Got lots o’ keys.  Lotta keys.  Maybe that key’ll open the door to where my wash machine used to be.  Lady B knows everything.  Lady B’ll know where that key will work.  I kin give ‘er half of the gold.  Don’t tell Mayor though.  Mayor’ll hit me ‘n take the key.  Er Junior.  Junior’ll take the key.  ‘Specially if I call him Junior.  Has to be called George.  Woo – George.  Georgie – porgie.  What kinda name is George, anyways.  Nobody in town uses names like George.  Call me McGraw ‘cause I don’t steal.  Won’t steal.  Mostly I jes’ don’t like stealin’.  Feels wrong somehow.  Feels bad to steal.  Don’t remember why.  ‘Fore I got old I used to know that an’ I can’t do it now.  It’s be nice sometimes to jus’ take stuff, but I can’t do it.  So they call me McGraw.  What that’s supposed to mean, I also don’t know.

Why call somebody McGraw, ‘cause they don’t steal?  Don’ get it.  Still if I could remember what else ‘fore I got old, they could call me that.  Like Georgie-porgey – ha-ha!  Used to be a lady in town who said to call her Susan.  But Junior said she looked like she was wearin’ a wig, so he started callin’ her Wig and for while she was in town, everybody jus’ call her Wig.  She’s not in town anymore.  Least for a long time now, she ain’t been in town.  Don’t know if she’s really wearin’ a wig.  Doesn’t pay to look too hard at people, mos’ o’ the time.

“Cept Junior.  He jus’ stares at people – all’l time.  Creepy.  He don’ hurt people though, mostly.  He’ll make a grab fer stuff.  So ya gotta be careful to not get too close to ‘im.  But he ain’t bad to walk along with ‘cause others can’ stand his starin’ ‘n they leave ya be.  B’then ya don’ get no spare change neither, ‘cause o’ the starin’.  Others sometimes gimme a dollar or somethin’ sometimes.  Not when I’m walkin’ along with Junior though.

“S been a mile yet?  Jus’ how far is a mile, anyway?  Don’t remember jus’ what, how far is a mile.  ‘S a long ways, I think.  A mile.  Really long ways, a mile.  Walk ‘n walk ‘n walk ‘n walk ‘n thas ‘bout a mile.  I think.  Mile is walkin’ fer a really long while.  Thes a mile.  Walkin’ ‘n walkin’.  ‘Till yer feet hurt.  Course my feet always hurt.  Ha-ha.  Walk till yer feet hurt.  Thes a mile.  Do my feet hurt yet?  Always hurt.

Pawn to rook four.  What?  Pawn to rook four.  Wha’ the fuck thet mean?  Chess, shithead.  Chess?  The game, chess, shithead.  Don’ like games.  That’s because you’re so fucking stupid you never win.  Stare up at tha sky.  Stare ‘n stare.  When’s a mile? When’s a mile?  I remember that dumpster.  I found a mattress in that once.  Good mattress.  But it was all wet.  Got rained on.  Too heavy to get outa the dumpster.  Had to leave it.  Too bad.

Maybe somethin’s in it today.  Hey … there’s chair.  Only bent a little.  Don’t like metal chairs though.  Too shiny.  Shiny hurts my eyes an’ it smells.  ‘Prefer wood chairs.  If it was a wood chair, I’d take it back to town.  Maybe trade it.  I could use some gloves for when it gets cold.  Mile yet?

I’m gonna turn here.  This’ gotta be a mile.  You wouldn’t know a mile if it fell on you.  Huh?  That’s not a mile yet.  Don’t care.  Seems like a mile to me.  Not a mile.  Don’t care.  Someone I knew used to march miles.  Marchin’ miles ‘n miles in boots that hurt, really hurt.  ‘Member those boots.  Always havin’ to shine every night, then march or run through mud the very next day.  Always shining ‘em, never had shiny boots on my feet.  Then she was dead and those little kids were gone and the bathroom.  No more showers.  Always dirty ‘n fleas.  Was a dog too.  No more dog.  Miss that dog.

God, my feet hurt and this stupid boogety-boogety.  One day that wheel is just going to fall off, then what are you going to do with all this shit? 

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