I realize I have been remiss of late—Not Posting—Sorry ‘Bout That.
I was over-taken by Events
Perhaps if you read this you will understand and grant me a ‘Pass’.
Desperado- Linda Ronstadt and the Eagles
“Your Prison is Walkin’
Thru This World all Alone.”
Yes! My Life Has A Fukkin’ Soundtrack.
And Linda Has A Flat-Ass–I Love Her Anyway!
For you see:
“I have of late—but wherefore
I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of
exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my
disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to
me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy,
the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament,
this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why,
it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent
congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a man!”
But Tread Soft With My Heart.
You Will Not Like Me If You Anger Me
I Will NOT Be ‘Played’
Dyed in the Wool
This may be somewhat convoluted, as my memories are often clouded by my booze experiences. I will endeavor to give the best true accounting as I honestly try to remember the events which landed me here, 07JUL2022
“Bad Liver and a Broken Heart”
–Tom Waits For No Man
Midland – Drinkin’ Problem
About a month and a half ago I tried to quit drinking.
Guess what happened?
Went to the Commerce Hospital ER No Less than 3 or 4 times.
Discharged from Hospital last time and was informed I was being evicted from my domicile of two years.
“Too Much Drama” was the reason I was given.
Made sense to me—could not argue her point.
She gave me 24 hours to vacate the premises.
That was NOT gonna work for me so I begged an ‘extension’ of three days. She Granted. (‘Bless her heart’)
Meantime, I called the Commerce Police and asked if they could give me a ride to Glen Oaks ‘Dry-Out/Looney Tunes’ Hospital in Greenville—‘Bout fifteen miles away.
“Sure, We aim to serve and protect.”
“Great! Come get me. I’ll be here on the floor and the door is unlocked.”
Civil Servant Cop came and got me, assisted me to my passenger seat and then dropped me at ‘Glen Oaks Hospital for the Broken’
Since I am a veteran,
They required no money from me—May God Forever Bless them.
I spent about nine days at Glen Oaks—Met some other wonderful ‘Broken’ Souls—There were loving connections Made. I enjoyed the camaraderie.
Eventually, one of the staff, a pimply-faced not much more than a kid, drove me back to my ‘home’ which was no longer my home…
I proceeded to load some of my shit into my Ford LaBomba Explorer.
My erstwhile lover/best friend in my universe had made arrangements for me to stay at the Magnuson Hotel until I could find an apartment—a very cheap apartment.
Finally managed to do that.
Then things got weird.
To Be continued.
Very soon–today, in fact.
Believe That? Wanna Buy a Bridge?