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:
Vid Cred: Panos Golfis
Vid Cred: pokeahugkiss
Street Cred for Vid: kherrick90
Hooray For Hollywood!
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I May Be Mistaken,
But I Think All The Broads In This Vid
Are The Same Broad:
Christina Aguilera
All Tongue-in-Cheek! I love it!
Credit: TOPPOP: Star sisters
“Any barmaid can be a star-made”
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Hey Film Buffs! This (Below) is Required Watching!
Just so happens, I had one in my hip pocket. (I carry it about, you see? Just for occasions such as this)
I do believe the year was 1994, give or take. (10 years)
I was in a bad spot with my then-wife and my Girl-Friend who soon, someday soon, I hoped to become my next-wife.
Nevermind her name; this is irrelevant. After a few… well.
I was in this bad spot, you see. And I needed a flat-bed truck (for whatever reason), you see?
Now, the only one in possession of same was Peanut.
You see? (Because Peanut was always the one who did not ask questions, you see?) And why was that? Because I was also the only one who never asked.
Being poor of money and poor’er of excuse, I told my bride: “Honey, we need to see this man about a truck. Then we can get on with our lives.”
“Okay,” she said.
Off we went, she in her pretty sun-dress and me, looking for flatbed trucks in all them wrong places.
And then, after about eight miles of Bad Texas Road, we came upon a tree across the road you see, and a madman with a shotgun, you see; this madman was shooting at this young girl, you see, and this was embarrassing to me, you see, since the man wielding the shotgun could not hit shit, .. and his aim was lousy you see? And of course the girl was out of range, you see, and it did not matter to me, you see?
BECAUSE My Brother, PEANUT would never shoot an innocent girl on the wing.
You see?
You See?
You must have seen that coming.
Oh, that ‘other’ guy?
That Guy shooting at that girl?
What did we do with him?
Well, turns out, that was Peanut.
I had to forgive him. The girl was not harmed and I missed my brother.
Thus it ended….
That’s Tejas!
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STOP!
I cannot write this.
Maybe later.
Sorry. It has become rare that I just throw up a rough draft, you see?
(Yes, I know: they are all rough drafts)
This one may have some promise, however, since, like all Things Peanut, it is true.
Caint you see?
Mercutio/Peanut?
“And being thus disquieted…”
Or something….
Not unlike Pygmalion, as the years fly by, I create.
I cannot ‘create’ the woman I love. Not because she does not exist, but because, I do not want to embarrass her.
Yet, she is real and she loves me: since 1971.
She told me so.
Now…..five wives later….My wives.
(I should have never left her to fend.
oh no! I had to go to fuckn egypt for five fuckin years!)
“Torn-ment”
Is just a fucking word.
Hell! It is not even a word for a life lost.
“His only aspiration…. was getting back that girl he lost before.”
–Joni
But.. what to do with? As a dog chasing a train? What is he gonna do, if he catches it?
*** I am the Stainless Steel Little Ball. Just Bouncing About. Aimlessly Flying All Over The Fu^king Place. Just Looking to Rack up ‘Points.’ And for what?
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Fun Fact: When I, Bob, Peanut Et al, used to hang out at the Pool Hall (er.. ‘Recreation Center’) on Sixth Street, Honey Grove America…
We would place empty Marlboro packs underneath the front legs of the pinball machine—Thus making it impossible for us to lose…
Yes. We all had larceny flowing through our veins.
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ButTo What Purpose?
Just for Fun, I Guess
(And we had a limited cache of quarters)
I will never write like Hemmingway (But at Least I can drink like him)
That’s Half the Battle/Bottle Won.
Ain’t it?
ApocryphalHemmingway Quote:
“Write Drunk. Edit Sober”
Ernest never said those words, but he should have.
Right?
Right?
RIGHT??
Will never even be a Two-Bit Paperback / Pulp-Fiction Writer.
Since I am an arrogant snob and a pompous ass, I add this ‘added value’ for those who never get me.
(You’re welcome.)
Drive Through.
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