
Bad Dreams Are Always Trying To Gang-Tackle Me, (It Seems), But Then They Are Chased Away. By Good Fortune & Good People. (Perpetually in The Nick of Time)
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But then comes along…

- I’ve had a rough week and change.
- That last big storm we’d had shot down a lightning bolt into my ‘back-yard’ and knocked out my internet.
- For FOUR DAYS!
- (Thanks so Much for THAT, Zeus)
- It tried to gasp itself back to life. I was powerless to help. No CPR for Internets, I suppose.
- Was damn near out of booze.
- Got behind the wheel of my little Chariot.
- Turned the ignition: ‘Click, Click. Fucking Click!’
- I did NOT need this!
- Early Next A.M.
- Called Hoover’s Automotive Repair—Told them I was sending them a ‘Project‘
- Then I called Benson Brothers, Legendary Towing Service.
- Next day Hoover-Man Delivered My ‘Labomba. He drove us back to Hoover’s so that I could ‘Settle Up’—Six hundred Bucks!
- By this point I was suffering Delirium Tremens—Shaking so bad, I could barely Barely. But I had to get some alcohol in me, with extreme ‘pred-a-juice’ or I would surely die.
- It was a race-against-the-clock.
- Got to my beer/wine/Copenhagen Store. My Man knew what I wanted (I always purchase the same items—he loaded them to my vehicle)
- Made it home. Now shaking uncontrollably. No way I was going to be able to unload my purchases.
- Happily (and luckily), I saw Cynthia sitting around a table with some friends of hers. Saw me & greeted Me, “Hey Baby, How Y’all doin?”
- I replied, “Not so good. Will you help me?”
- She walked over and asked, “What’s up?”
- I cannot unload this stuff.
- She said, “Don’t worry. You go on in and I’ll bring it to you. Can you make it into your house?”
- “I think so,” I replied.
- I was wrong.
- I could not make it up the only step up to my porch.
- One of Cynthia’s friends rushed over to help me and to my front door.
- I tried to get the key into the door knob—No dice—He took my key and unlocked the door.
- I shook over to my bed an fell half-way into it.
- Cynthia arrived with my ‘items’. I apologized for the state of my room, trying to explain that I had been in so much pain, that I could only manage a little bit of house-keeping at a time.
- She said, “I’ll clean it for you on Tuesday.”
Words failed me.
Wonderful , kind, generous woman.
I found my tongue, but ”Thank you,” Was best I could muster
*****
Out of All The Women I Have Known,
I Can Count On-One-Hand
The VERY FEW
Whoever Let Me Down….
And No!
I won’t be naming names
But on that flip side, I don’t have enough fingers and toes to add up all the women I have let down
*******
And Yes
My Nekke Bone Still Fukked!

—-Chaucer

Lance is a Chaucerian Fraud
(This ain’t no secret)
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Bonus:
Yeah.
I’ve had some ‘Bad Days’
“At Black Rock”
(For Film Buffs Only—Most likely)
I ripped this off because it is loosely related to this post.
I wrote a ‘scholarly’ paper on it and did a ‘Presentation’ too.
Complete with videos.
Guess my propensity to drop in vids started early.
Oh, and BTW, I got an ‘A’ for my effort.
I did not have the heart to inform My Professor—Head of the English Department–that I wrote it drunk, in 45 mins, since he was so proud of me…
Cheers!
DFWSteve,
Oh wait!
Now I recalll,
He was that dude what took a bath, with,,,, oh, what’s her name?
Wife of Bath?
DFWSteve,
Chaucer?
Never heard of him,
Would have been in any movie I’ve never seen?
You know,
Like ‘Spider Man 16’ or sumthin
Chaucer’s instructions sound like the instructions of the notorious Albert Fish