Screw It! I’ll Post It Again! Texas High-School FOOTBALL! The Stuff That Makes Dreams (cOME tRUE)

I was trying to up-Date This Post,

But Some Cunt Called Me On The telephone,

& Thusly-lee De-Rail’In MY Train-of-Thought”

Shit!

I Dun Forgot

What I Wanted

To

Say!

“Welcome to The Real America.”

I was Born in Texas.

I grew up in Texas.

This is my fault.

However…

This is (Above) THE BEST Television Show About Growing Up Texan That Ever Was,

Or Ever Will Be.

Case Rested.

Believe it not, I lived this life.

I grew up, immersed in this culture.

Ass-Deep.

And I loved every second/minute of it!

Will never lose those memories.

TEXAS!

Texas!

Texas

FOREVER!

Now!

And Forever!

Y’all!

Vid Compilation/Share Credit: Chris Spags. Orig Vid: K. Ryan Jones

Clear Eyes

Full Hearts

TEXAS!

Forever!

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Late Entry:

I wanna be Tim Riggins.

Shit! I WAS Tim Riggins.

Still Am Tim Riggins.

Conceited conceit?

Yep.

But Truth.

“I’m happy, and I can honestly say that.”

–TR/LM

“I’m Kind of A Moment-To- Moment Kind of Guy”

Ronnie Died

It was Not

MY FAULT!

TEXAS!

(Vid compilation Credit: Nic Ignite)

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It wasn’t my fault.

I know this now.

(I think)

Endeavor to Ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive! Hey Lib-Tards! Oh! I’m So Fukkin’ Sorry For Lovin’ And Servin’ The Country I Love So Fu*kin; Much!

Why The Hell Do You Think I Enlisted in The US Fu*kin’ Navy?

Sure! Some of it was My Ego!

I Thought I Could Become a Fu*kin’ NAVY FRICKEN SEAL

Guess What?

That did Not Pan Out For Me!

Fu*kin’ Twice!

Did I Blame Anyone But Me?

Of Course Not!

(Wow! there’s too mucho mas profanity in this post! But! I am fuckin’ Sailor! Ignore or block me!)

POSITIVE!

CRED FOR BELOW: MISTER Coffey Anderson

I LOVE MY AMERICA!

CRED: LEE GREENWOOD

Author’s Note and Warning

How I hear my “inner post Voice”:

Or, if you prefer,

“Clang Clang Clang Went My Folly”

Maybe THIS Version Won’t

Take

Three Fu*kin’ Decades To Load!

Here’s to Hopin’!

My Daddy, Ralph A. Marcom,

USMC Vet

once said something incredible stupid to me. Actually it was more of a lament.

He was just thinking out loud, I suppose.

I was knee – deep in my rehearsals with Sister Madelyn, getting ready to perform “The Sound of Music” — read about that somewhere else in these pages. Anyway, he said to me, or asked me: “Why don’t kids ever get together and say, “Let’s put on a show?”

I said, “Daddy, ‘Summer – Stock’ was just a fantasy. No one ever lived that.”

I think that was the beginning of the ending of my relationship, my good one, with my father.

Summer Stock, Le Trailer:

Yay! Hooray!

Vid Cred: Panos Golfis

Vid Cred: pokeahugkiss

Street Cred for Vid: kherrick90

Credit: TOPPOP: Star sisters

“Any barmaid can be a star-made”

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Hey Film Buffs!
This (Below) is Required Watching!

Right On!

Spot On!

Dead On!

Thank YOU! Critical Drinker Man!

You Nailed My Same Same Sentiment!

Visit Crit Drinker Here Below:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSJPFQdZwrOutnmSFYtbstA

The Genesis of all this Bullshit:

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And No!
I also did NOT watch ‘The Oscars’ on My Tee-Vee Either.

I had Something Better to Do!

Like Picking The Lint Outta My Belly-Button.

(Which Was More Gratifying & Satisfying)

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Golden Age
Lost Now–Magic Has Gone
Never Get It Back
That Ship Has Sailed
Out-of-Sight
Missing Somewhere Over That Recent Rainbow…

My father used to tell a great story about some university asshole who was trying to impress him:

Dude said,

“The reason Wizard of Oz was in Black and White was because in the beginning, 1939, they really did not have color film.”

Daddy replied, “That is fascinating. I suppose when Dorothy got back to Kansas, they had lost that technology, as it went back to black and white.”

Come On!

Get Happy!!

What a Dame!

Judy! Judy! Judy!


There definitely ain’t nothin’ like a dame

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No Business Like Show Business….
Adding-dumb Dumb da Dumb

(I miss my Daddy; He loved Old Movies)

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Bonus’esses

Excesses???

(Bring Your Own Dresses)

Of course the Andrews Sisters Inter-text did not escape me.

It’s Silly and Stupid

(But Rather Endearing) :

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I love My Oh So Rich American Culture–I Ain’t Rich, but surely you know what I mean.

I love my excesses

Bring your own dresses

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Am I gay?

No!

No Way!

I don’t Play that way.

(I just Color outside the lines.)

C’om On Y’all! Show Some Love For Rickie Lee! I Caint Hep it! I’ll Fix it Later, Maybe. But Don’t Count On It.

Yeah! I Read it–Cover to Cover!

I Even Got To Talk To her About it—

On The Internet!

(In a Chat-Room)

I lover her

Hank Williams –

I Can’t Help It (If I’m Still In Love With You)

ft. Anita Carter

Cred: Hank Williams

Cannot Cred the orig poster! Annon-Uh-Mouse! I looked! I tried! I Cried–I fried

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Cannot Remember from Where I Stole This

Fuck You Judy!

(See previous)

“Grapes of Bath”

Or Something

I don’t even recall

This Post is All About Rickie Lee, Judy!

Go Sit Down Against The wall And STFU!

I’LL Attend To You Later

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Vice is Nice.

Candy is Dandy

But Liquor is Quicker!

(Volume is Fukkked—Crank It UP!)

Goddamn It!!

How She Fascinates Me!

This Obsession Of Mine Over Her Isn’t Healthy!

Rickie Lee!

Just Look Into Her Eyes!

There Is So Much Efflorescence Expression

To Be Found In There!

Cred For Vid Share: 3LONZO

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Just One Night With Her

Would

Wreck / Devastate

Me!

For Life!

Just One Night!

Just One Night!

Just One Night With You!

Rickie!

Then I Could Die Happy

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Luther Vandross:

“If only for one night”

Vid Cred … Share Cred: aimeedus

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Tom Waits! You Lucky Un-Greatful Un-Appreciative Bastard! How Did You Ever Allow Her To Escape?–Slip Thru Yer Slimy Paws/Fingers!

You Fucking Idiot!

Moron!

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Vid Cred: eksosrock

Thanks Yu

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I know! I know! I KNOW!

I am supposed to be WORKING

(On my Rickie Lee Post)

I got Distraccted—By her visAGE!

(“City Will Make You Dirty”)

Yes Rickie: I Know!

I’ve Been to Chicago!

And Once Again:

Fuk U Word-Press!

Double-Post!

Below!

Can I “fix” This?

WordPress?

Fuck NO!

(Fixed it–Through Perseverance)

This One Is My Fukkin’ Favor-ite

ONE

OF ALL TIME!

FOR ALL TIME!

“City Will Make You Dirty”

“But Love Will Wash You Clean”

I LOVE YOU!

RICKIE LEE!

Not Great audio/video Quality

“Girl Quality” is Great However:

THE DUCHESS OF COOLSVILLE :

Shared Street Cred for VID: Rickie Lee Jones
(DUH!)

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But I am stuck on a German Submarine somewhere in the North Atlantic right now.

(Trying to Finish watching ‘Das Boot.’)

For the fifteenth time…

I’ll get to Rickie soon as I make port….

Not port wine:

Brick and Mortar Port.

Oh, and BTW,

I never grow tired of looking at Rickie Lee.

Surprised?

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Sailor Lance on a good day:

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Be Patient Y’all:

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READ BELOW!

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Just For Fun Re-Run: Escape From Memphis–Chapter Ten: Psychiatrist Interrogation, or “Last F*cking Chance Asshole!”

Attractive Young Psychiatrist Nancy began her questioning in earnest:

“How long have you been drinking?”

“All my life,” I said.

“No, I mean recently.”

“Oh, ‘bout forty days and forty nights.”

(No chuckle; guess she was gonna be all business from this point.)

“Do you feel like hurting yourself? She asked.

“Pretty certain that is what I am doing right now. You ever been on a ‘forty day/night drunk?”

“Have you ever attempted suicide?”

“Of course,” I replied. “Hasn’t everyone?”

“How many times?” She went on.

“Only twice, but they obviously didn’t take.”

“When was this? At what age?”

“First time, I was thirteen. Second time nineteen.”

“And what prompted these two attempts?”

“First time because my football shoes were too tight, excruciatingly so, and this was affecting my performance and my passionate desire to become a High School Football Star.”

“Describe your attempt.”

“I pointed a locked and loaded , hammer back, .45 Caliber pistol at the roof of my mouth for about 5 seconds, finger on the trigger.”

“And the second?’ she asked.

“Oh, that was just over a woman. I would not call that unprecedented in the ‘History of Man.’”

“Describe this attempt please.”

“Well, as I said, it was over being dumped by a woman, a thirty-year old woman and it was also over the fact that I could no longer afford the car payments on my Chevy Monza 2 Plus 2.  So I drank a pint of vodka and at a high rate of speed on a deserted Texas FM Road, turned a hard right and flipped the car. Thrice. I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.”

“Were you abused as a child?”

“Do you mean do I hate my mother?” I asked.

“No. Were you ever abused?”

“My Grandfather shot at me with a deer rifle once, but he had cause because I had just a few moments earlier knocked him off the porch with a pretty good right hook to the jaw.”

“Why did you hit him?”

“He was trying to beat my Grandmother and she asked for help. Granddaddy was a mean drunk.”

“How old were you?” She asked.

“’Bout fourteen and change.”

“Does alcoholism run in your family?”

“Naw, it just kinda strolls. I mean, far as I know, it was just me and Granddaddy.”

“Do you want to stop drinking, Lance?”

“Yes. I don’t fancy dying just yet. I’m not ready.”

“Not ready to die, or not ready to quit drinking?”

“The dying part.”

“So, you’d like help?”

“Sure.”

I watched her on the screen as she appeared to be writing a short essay on her note pad. After about  two minutes, she looked up and said,

“OK Lance. I am going to make arrangements to send you to a hospital in Garland. They have better resources to help you than here in Commerce.”

“How long will I be there? I am a busy man, ya know? OK, just kidding, but can you give me an idea?”

“Probably three days or so to get you past the delirium tremens and not sure how many after that. Are you willing to go to this hospital and allow them to help you?”

“I never much cared for Garland, but sure. One problem though, I cannot drive it just now.”

“The Hospital will make arrangements to have you transported, so don’t worry about that. You just try to focus on the treatment they will give you.” She said.

“TRANSPORTED??? “What am I? A truck farm product?”

“Thank you Doc, I will. And, by the way, I am sorry for being a smartass, but I suppose you get that a lot, dealing with drunks and mental cases. I do appreciate your time and your help. Thank you.”

“It’s Okay Lance. I am going to talk to the staff now at your Hospital and begin making the necessary arrangements. Take good care.” She said and then severed the connection.

I got out of bed and returned the IPAD to the Staff Desk and thanked them.

“How’d it go?” One of the staff asked.

“You know, you can’t get Netflix on this thing?”

Unnamed Staff laughed.

Finally! (Love it when I can make someone laugh)

“It went just Jim Dandy, I suppose. Looks like I will be leaving Y’all soon.” I said, and then returned to my little Hospital Cave.

And waited.

To Be Continued…

Chapter One Here  

Chapter Two Here Escape From Memphis–Chapter Two

Chapter Three Here Escape From Memphis—Chapter Three—Shawn.

Chapter Six Here  Escape From Memphis—Chapter Six

Chapter Eight Here  Escape From Memphis Chapter Eight.

Chapter Nine Here  Escape From Memphis–Chapter Nine

 

Last Chance Texico

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Please Ignore My Posts For The Next Seven Days–I Am On A One-Week-Drunk. “Escape From Memphis–Chapter One”

Ed. Note to All You Nattering Nabobs of Nay-Sayers down there in the ‘Commentary Section’:
I say this:
‘This is “My Side” of the Story!’
Read Between the Lines if You Must.

(Or feel compelled.)

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Lance, No Longer Down an’ Out In

Memphis, Tennessee:

Street Vid Cred: kndfbl

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Credit: Marc Cohn

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And SCREW YOU WORDPRESS For Not Allowing Me to Delete this below BROKEN Up-Load!!!

Stuck on STUPID.

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She just sat there on the front porch, smoking Camel Blues, sipping diet Dr. Pepper, and watching as I scurried back and forth, worker ant-like, schlepping boxes and boxes and boxes and sundry other shit to my Ford.

Never said a word.
Never shed a tear.
I was leaving her!
What the fuck?
No tears?
No desperation?
No tears?
No tears?
No tears?
No nada?
English!
English!
English!

(You live with Meskins, expect beans on the menu, ever’ once in a while.)
English!
Stiff upper lip and all that jazz…

After I had packed the Ford to the point of tightness unimagined (you could have poured a bottle of Jim Beam into it and not one drop would escape), I walked to the front porch and announced,

“Well, I guess that’s it then.”
“You’re leaving now?”
“Yeah, that’s the plan,” I said.

She stood up, looked me in the eye. I threw my arms around her and hugged her deep.
Now we were both crying.
I managed to blurt out something profound…
“I’m so sorry Helen.”
“Take good care of you,” she said, blinking back the tears.
I slow-walked to the Ford, looking back through MY tears only once. Got in, cranked her up and drove away.
The part where the cowboy rides away…
Took me a block an’ a half to stop crying.
Then I was so over it.

And her.
Four blocks later I realized I could not see out of my side-view rear-view mirror. My dismantled computer chair in the passenger seat was blocking my vision. This would never do. I pulled into a vacant parking lot and jettisoned said computer chair.

Just left it there in the dust.
With my life.
Merry Early Fucking Christmas to someone.
Some homeless one in Memphis.
And drove on, westward.
Nine minutes later at sixty-five miles per hour, I was crossing the Big Muddy and entering Arkansas.

I had achieved escape velocity.
I turned on the radio.
Loud and proud.
CDB was screaming something about Trudy and telephones.
And calling her.
And jail.

I cranked it up and sang along.
Very happy and oh so fucking proud of me.
My new life had just begun.
Just another tequila sunrise.
As I drove west with the sun over my shoulder.
So many thoughts were flying around in my head, gnat like… buzzing.
I was almost giddy.
I was staring down six hours of road trip.
No big deal, but it had been almost ten years since I had taken to the road or air or sea, and I was just a mite apprehensive.

“You can do this Lance,” I whispered to me over the radio, now playing Van Morrison.
“Hear That Robin Sing.’

Hours and hours and hours into Arkansas (when did Arkansas get so fucking BIG?)
I found a trucker’s rest stop and so I stopped.
And rested.
And pee’d.
Had to.

Walked about
Had to.
Stretched my legs.
Had to.

“Where is Texas?” Halfway through Arkansas…. And halfway from what I had called ‘home’ for ten years.

“What am I doing?”
“Going West, Young Man, Goin’ West.”
“Oh yeah, I almost had forgotten.”
By and by I hit the “border”
(On the border)

Wanted to stop and take a selfie in front of the sign what read, “Welcome To Texas, Drive Friendly.” But it was Interstate and not safe to do so, so I just kept on driving.
And singing at me!
“Texas! Oh Texas!”
“You are finally home, Cowboy!”
Now what?
Keep driving, I suppose.

I had pre-arranged a ‘garage’ to store my shit.
A ‘rent-a-space’ shed in Commerce.
Got a phone call from the proprietor….

“Lance, you still coming?”

“Yeah, fast as I can, but I will not arrive in time for your departure. Can you HBO? Help a brother out? I will arrive Commerce about 1800 hours…. Leave the key in the lock box or something; I want to off-load my shit before I go to the hotel.”

“Sure, got a CC number for me?”
“Yeah, no worries.”
That sorted, I drove on.
Presently I arrived Sulphur Springs.

And promptly got lost.
Could not find the road to Commerce.

Well, shit!
It had been some years and beers and tears since I had had to make this trek.

Finally found the proper road and guess what?
It was ‘under construction’ as they do.

Took me some few little minutes to navigate through that, but…. Finally… on the road again.

Commerce in my sights now.
Sped into town, saw Whitley Hall, High Rise and shouted out loud: HOME!

“Thank fucking God!’
(And this was a push for me, for as you know, I am an atheist)

Found the ‘rent-a-shed’ and off-loaded my shit.
Went to the Adult Beverage Store.

Then found the Magnuson, formally known as “The Holiday Inn Express,” checked in, and got very, very, very drunk.

Chapter Two Coming…

Whew!

Chapter One is Done!
Writing is hard!

As is my wont, I drop in music.

Music defines me, and yes, my life has a soundtrack.

I suppose this don’t make me nothing special.

Just yet one more schmuck.
Trying to get by.
And Waiting for Godot
(Vain reference from my college / university daze.)

Beautiful Loser
Read it on the wall.
Blue moon with heartache.
Nick of time
“Scared you’ll run outta time.”
Love has no pride
This old cowboy—MTB

Escape From Memphis–Chapter Two

Part threee may be discovered here:

New Life.  Video Credit: Cool Coyote  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9mNquw1Fc7beFfQ8OpnjRQ

Blinking back the tears.

JUST One More on My Adventures With Alcohol: Twenty-Eight Days & A ‘Wake Up’ “In My Dreams I Don’t Die.” In RL, Well, We’ll See.

Have I Ever Mentioned

How Much I Worship, Admire, & Respect

Sandra Bullock?

This is such a wonderful movie,

But I saw way too much of myself in it.

This is not vain vanity from me.

Just fact.

If you do not watch the vids,

Why are you Even Here Wasting Your Time?

P.S. Fun Fact and spoiler alert: Sandra is prettier than me.

Just thought you should know.

You’re welcome.

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How many people have I hurt?

How many lives have I dragged down into the muck and mire with mine?

How many loving wives and good women have I cast away?

Got a Super-Duper Calculator?

You’ll need it.

Life Imitating My ‘Art.’

Hits a little too close to My Home:

If you only have time for one vid, this one below is it.

WATCH IT

IT IS BRILLIANT

And it makes me cry every time I watch it… hits me right through my heart

“In My dreams I don’t die.”

Street Cred For Vid: welovesandrabullock

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Some say beauty is just skin deep
Most of the time, this is true
But not with Sandra Bullock!
She is beauty
Through and through!

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My fervent wish is that I had not cast away all the good people who offered a shoulder for me to lean on…

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Trust Me. The below works

It Works.

Just Deploy A Little Imagination.

Credit: CCR

DUH