Daniel and Lance and The Lion’s Den

I am living in The Lion’s Den.
(Not unlike Daniel)
Commerce, America.
Yeah, I just doxx’d myself.
Do not care.
Anyone got any ‘issues’ with me,
Bring it!
I ain’t scared.
I ain’t feeble.
I am still strong (with drink)
And stank
Don’t believe me?
Just ask Shawn.

Okay
That out of the way.

Washing the dishes…

This Lion’s Den is just an old renovated Hotel from the days when People actually had money and came to Commerce to see Jane or Johnny graduate from ETSU.
Ancient history.

Now it is just a trailer park with nothing with wheels.

Lots of White Trash here.

I fit right in.

It is cheap.
Centrally located.
Comfy.
And most important,
Outside the jurisdiction of the Commerce City Police.
Yeah.
This is important to me.
There are some minor inconveniences:
No kitchen
No laundry
No real bathroom.
But!
But!
But!
No one fucks with me.
I approach life with that
“Lazy-Fair” philosophy
Just leave me the fuck alone.
Do that and we will not have any issues.
Got that?
Groovy.
Cheers.
Thank You.
Drive Through
Bye

(And mucho amore to anyone who comments on this post—sometimes I feel lonely)

Pick Up The Tempo

Just A Preparatory Warm up to get me warmed up to begin my Deep Dive into ‘Phases and Stages.”

(Too much Prep, over-training, will kill you on the field)

My HG Warriors, 1974, Learned this lesson the hard way when we stood eyeball – to -eyeball with them damn’d despised Cooper Bulldogs.

And got our asses handed to us…
We had spent the entire ‘off-season’ training for nothing but Cooper.

By the time we actually faced them,
We were spent.
Done
Exhausted.

They easily kicked the ever-loving shit outta us.
It was never ever even a contest.

Just a shameful old-fashioned beat-down.

Worst defeat in the History Of Honey Grove Warriors proud History.

Even today, that Friday Night Lights night still stings.
Not unlike Salt in a Freshly Open Wound.

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Willie:

“People are saying that time will take care of people like me
That I’m livin’ too fast and they say I can’t last too much longer

But little they see that their thoughts of me is my savior

And little they know that the beat oughta go just a little faster
So pick up the tempo just a little and take it on home

The singer ain’t singin’ and the drummer’s been draggin’ too long
Time will take care of itself so just leave time alone
And pick up the tempo just a little and take it on home

Well I’m wild and I’m mean and I’m creatin’ a scene I’m goin’ crazy
Well I’m good and I’m bad and I’m happy and I’m sad and I’m lazy

I’m quiet and I’m loud and I’m gatherin’ a crowd and I like gravy
About half off the wall but I learned it all in the Navy”

So pick up the tempo…

Spoiler Alert: New Project — Stand by For Heavy Rolls As The Ship Comes About

Mind Lost!
Human Minds!
I do believe I have misplaced mine.
There are so many great posts for my blog I want to write
(on my ‘to do’ list)
Thank GOD I may now finally have time.
But…
Writing is hard!
And, by nature I am lazy.
Writing is HARD!
Hard work.
(If you’re doing it right —write?)
My ‘current ‘project—is breaking down the best C/W album in the history of C/W:
“Phases and Stages”
–Willie.
I WILL write on this!
Just as soon as I sober up.
(Might be a few little minutes…)
Anyway, this is my update.
Oh!
And yes!
I will also finish my
“Escape-From-Memphis” story too.
And someday soon.
But however comma,
It’s not supposed to be this way…
It should come ‘natural’.
It never does.
I am learning this.
Day-by-day.
“And crawlin’ ain’t no good at all.”
Wisdom words.