I am gonna attempt to re-count this as accurately and as honestly, as it is a TRUTH Story.
So there I was, my butt firmly ensconced and welded to my cheap beach chair, happily listening to Merle:
BTW, Ask me About Merle–He Did Some Hard-Time in San Quentin
Ronnie Pardoned Him
Bacck in some day.. I wr’ke for a man, Joe Whitley–
Screw’d his Daughter too
He looked and acted exactly Like Merle Haggard.
I loved him.
I did NOT Love His Daughter,
Although I do now, Brown Cow!
There came a knock upon my door.
I yelled, OK, didn’t yell. I said, “Hang on; I’m a-comin’”
Got the door open and was greeted by the visage of a BBM—Big-Black-Man.
I was born’d, rear’d & raised to be a racist asshole, so natch, my first thought was “Now where did I put my Glock Nine?”
(I continue to ‘Work That Problem, but old rearin’s die hard, slow painful deaths)
Another aside: I was Raised in Ladonia, Texas by a wonderful old black lady, Her name was ‘Jenella’–I loved her
Until I was told I Shouldn’t–Couldn’t–NOT OUR Way!
Turns out I didn’t need it–The Glock
Standing in my doorway was a pleasant-faced big-black-man.
“Hi” he said. “My name’s Walter. I am your neighbor,”
I stepped out onto my ‘porch’ and said,
“Hiyas Walter, my name is ‘Lance’ and I am also apparently your neighbor. What’s up?”
“Uh…” He hesitated, “Could you please turn down the volume on your music—I can hear it through my wall,”
“What? You not a Merle Haggard fan?”
“Uh… Yeah, I am, but not right now; not today; too early.”
I laughed and extended my hand.
He took it and shook it.
“Walter,” I said, “I will certainly do as you ask. Not often do tenants in this town have the decency nor courage, to simply take the matter of the problem to the source. I admire that in a man, and I apologize for my too loud Merle. Nice to know brave, decent folk live in my ‘Hood’—That’s a joke, by the way.”
“Thanks and I get the joke.” he said. And walked back to his Mouse-House,
I retired back to mine and went searchin’ for my headphones…
This is HOW it is Supposed to BE:
Decent people, doing decent things. Respecting– No “Callin’ Up The Management!
Respect Fellow Humans.
That is ALL it Takes
Simple as That.
That Thing Called Respect
Cred: Sunny Shin
A short film on respect
That is ALL it Ever Takes.
Why have most lost this basic knowledge?
I now know I have at least one decent neighbor who has earned my Respect.
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.”
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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