Perhaps Just A Train Wreck?
Cred fer Vid: Charlie Dean Archives
Some Broad, Back In Sand-Dog,
Once Called Me A ‘Train-Wreck–Going Somewhere To Happen’
Now I Know Why
Smart Woman–She Was–Her Name was…
Wait For It…
But, I Can NEVER Just Walk On By…
So I Drop This In Here,
Simply ‘Cuz I Just Cannot Find A Proper Place For It:
“The literary device ‘stream of consciousness’ is the continuous flow of thoughts of a person and recorded, thereof, in literature as they occur. In other words, it means to capture a continuous stream of thoughts into words and then scribble them on paper for others to read.”
News Flash: It Ain’t Never Done!
Not In MY Estimation. Ever’Thang is a Work-In-Progress–
The Reason I Continue to Wake-Up, Most Mornings
So I Go Back and Edit it to Within an Inch of its Natural Life–
Call it ‘A Character Flaw’–if you Must.
I AM a GOOD Person
Since I cannot think up anything ‘new’ (or old) to write, thought I would just try to bullshit my way through a new post.
Here goes. Hold onto your socks.
Reflecting upon what has ‘happened’ to me over the past month or so…
Mostly bad, but now I see the light at the end of the tunnel
And it ain’t no train.
Thanks Be To Baby Hey Zeus!
Recall that I was evicted from my last apartment:
So What did I do?
Got so drunk and engulfed in self-pity that I drank myself into a stupid stupor.
A Matter of Course, Of course.
Ended up Back in Re-Hab.
(No worries’ I have ‘Frequent – Flyer Miles’ on the books with them—didn’t cost me a dime.)
While there, was informed that all my worldly possessions had been taken from my ‘Mouse-House’ and cast into Purgatory—I mean ‘Storage’
Everything I own was haphazardly tossed into some storage closet in some dark, dank shit-hole:
All my expensive computers, monitors, precious memory items—basically, my entire life—Unceremoniously and carelessly hurled into oblivion.
Cutting to the chase—me chasing my tale—I was eventually released from the loving arms/secure nest of Glen Oaks and not Un-Like a newly-born bird, managed to ‘fly’ back home, which was now just my Ford Explorer.
After much stressful Tribulations & Try-Angle-Accusations, I managed to find me where I reside today: Pecan Tree Apartments, A Six-Unit Complex. I love it. Not only is the Manager Nice to me; she don’t judge me. When I initially filled out the Rental Application, I had to admit I had just been evicted from my last digs.
She said, “We don’t get too worried ‘bout stuff like that. You got money for move-in costs?”
“Yep. Sure do.”
(Thanks to the BEST Girl-Friend in My Known Universe: Roberta)
“Sign here and welcome to the neighborhood.”
‘Marriage’ made in Heaven.
An aside: About a week after I had taken up residence, The Manager and her Co-Manager brought me a micro-wave oven which had been left behind by some former tenant AND also a whole bag of ‘Goodies’—cleaning products, microwave popcorn, dish-towels, et-cetera.
I could not wrap my mind around such human kindness—surely I was dreaming—turns out, I wasn’t. It was all too for real.
Seems I had finally found me a home.
Street Cred: Buffett
Oh, You may ask,
“Lance, where is the ‘Stream O’ Consciousness?’ This post seems too contrived—too Convoluted, too thought out.”
“Relax. It’s coming–The Un-Convoluted Part
To be continued…
I tried real Hard to Make a Magical Mystery Tour Vid of my New Apartment, but I guess I’m too frickin’ STUPID to make that work.
I’m a genius with computers,
‘Made’ This one–By Hand:
but phones fu*k up my mind–I guess I need a ten year old daughter to help me–On my ‘to-do’ list:
Make me a ten-year-old daughter.
What?! Too late, you say?!
Anyway, for what it’s worth, here are a few photos:
The ‘Hemingway’ Desk
My Single Bed
“Hey! I wanna Love You–in my Single Bed!”
Le ‘Room, Wife of Bath’
To Be Continued
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Just Wanted to Remind Y’all
TO BE CONTINUED COMPILATION
Street Cred: hawkwyd
And Yes! I Love Everything About Cats!