But who is “They?’
No Credible witnesses from beyond the grave to Interview
***
Ophelia
It would be so easy then….
Carly!
“Now We Are Old With Debts and Regrets”
Die Mutha-Fuckah! Die Mutha-Fuckah!
Die!
Just Fuckin’ Die!
Just Fuckin’ Die! Already!
Do The World A Solid!
***
Best Scene EVER!
I Do NOT Deserve The Life I Have Been Given, Been Blessed To Have Had.
I’m A Self-Centered Asshole.
I Hate Lance!!
Suicide Is Painless
The Game of life is Hard
To Play-–
“I’m Gonna Lose it Anyway”
BRITNEY!
STAYIN’ THE HELL ALIVE!
This is Just the ‘Trailer’
Full Movie Coming Soon To A Theatre Near You.
Soon, Very Soon
Keeping as a souvenir: (I’ll Never wash that wrist Again!)
***
What Does DT Man Look Like, You May Wonder
Here is a Clue:
Cred: ‘Scared Sober with Delirium Dirk – Real Delirium Tremens and Alcohol Withdrawal‘
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Street Cred: ‘Christy Moore’
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Stairway to the Bottom
Street Cred: Kris
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Oh HELL YEAH!
Kinda Made Me Wanna Stick Around For Another Month
***
Don’t Even Ask…
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Footnote to This Story:
Today I sent these Flowers (and two boxes of Chocolate)
And these Heart-Felt words :
“Thank You All For Taking Such Loving Good Care Of Me.
I Shall Never Forget Your Kindness And Your Graciousness.
My Very Best Wishes,
Lance”
Cred: Lovely Joni!
***
Suffice To Say: Marriage Doesn’t Work For Me!
***
I Needed “Help”
Got it
Thanks to Rhonda
She Allowed Me to Discover ‘Love’ Again
Self-Pity is a worse disease than alcoholism.
I can ‘fix’ alcoholism.
Have not yet found a cure for self-pity or regret, or loneliness.
These plagues plague me.
Constantly
Relentlessly
Incessantly
****
Help Me Rhonda
Spoiler:
She Did
Cred: Beeech Boyz
Then I Wronged Her
This ain’t Rhonda, but a pretty (really pretty) reasonable facsimile.
(Just like Rhonda)
Once Janet and I had escaped (In the middle of the night) from Nacogdoches, after having sold out and sold our “Aquarium World” Crud-Eater Tropical Fish Emporium to a young couple for not nearly what it was worth, we headed to Plano.
(Not sure why Plano)
Got there. Early in the A.M.
Just in time to find an apartment.
Found one, but we were near to broke.
West Plano—where all the yuppies and rich folk lived.
We managed to move in though.
No FURNITURE.
(We were used to that)
After about a month, we got kicked out.
Because we were deemed to be “White Trash.”
Fuck ‘em.
We found a cheaper apartment in East Plano that was FURNISHED.
Janet announced to me one day that she wanted to be a ‘housewife’ for one year.
Considering what I had put her through and what a ‘trooper’ she had always been, I agreed.
So I got a job which paid shit, but just enough to make her dream come true.
We would manage.
The job was a ‘factory’ job for a Mom and Pop company:
SPAN INSTRUMENTS
They made gauges. Pressure gauges. Mostly for fire trucks.
I was hired as a ‘Calibration Technician.’
For the gauges.
(Yeah, with all of my fucking ‘math skills.’)
But I never missed work and so they kept upping my pay.
So it was easy for me to keep my promise to my wife.
Then entered Rhonda Jo:
More White-Trash Than Me
It was inevitable Love at First Sight–
I could read The Writing on the Wall
***
Throwing a spanner in the works of my marriage.
To be continued…
Teaser:
Cred: Lovely Joni!
***
Suffice To Say: Marriage Doesn’t Work For Me!
***
I Needed “Help”
Got it
Thanks to Rhonda
She Allowed Me to Discover ‘Love’ Again
Self-Pity is a worse disease than alcoholism.
I can ‘fix’ alcoholism.
Have not yet found a cure for self-pity or regret, or loneliness.
These plagues plague me.
Constantly
Relentlessly
Incessantly
****
Help Me Rhonda
Spoiler:
She Did
Cred: Beeech Boyz
Then I Wronged Her
This ain’t Rhonda, but a pretty (really pretty) reasonable facsimile.
(Just like Rhonda)
Once Janet and I had escaped (In the middle of the night) from Nacogdoches, after having sold out and sold our “Aquarium World” Crud-Eater Tropical Fish Emporium to a young couple for not nearly what it was worth, we headed to Plano.
(Not sure why Plano)
Got there. Early in the A.M.
Just in time to find an apartment.
Found one, but we were near to broke.
West Plano—where all the yuppies and rich folk lived.
We managed to move in though.
No FURNITURE.
(We were used to that)
After about a month, we got kicked out.
Because we were deemed to be “White Trash.”
Fuck ‘em.
We found a cheaper apartment in East Plano that was FURNISHED.
Janet announced to me one day that she wanted to be a ‘housewife’ for one year.
Considering what I had put her through and what a ‘trooper’ she had always been, I agreed.
So I got a job which paid shit, but just enough to make her dream come true.
We would manage.
The job was a ‘factory’ job for a Mom and Pop company:
SPAN INSTRUMENTS
They made gauges. Pressure gauges. Mostly for fire trucks.
I was hired as a ‘Calibration Technician.’
For the gauges.
(Yeah, with all of my fucking ‘math skills.’)
But I never missed work and so they kept upping my pay.
So it was easy for me to keep my promise to my wife.
Then entered Rhonda Jo:
More White-Trash Than Me
It was inevitable Love at First Sight–
I could read The Writing on the Wall
***
Throwing a spanner in the works of my marriage.
To be continued…
Teaser:
I Needed “Help”
Got it
Thanks to Rhonda
She Allowed Me to Discover ‘Love’ Again
Self-Pity is a worse disease than alcoholism.
I can ‘fix’ alcoholism.
Have not yet found a cure for self-pity or regret, or loneliness.
These plagues plague me.
Constantly
Relentlessly
Incessantly
****
Help Me Rhonda
Spoiler:
She Did
Cred: Beeech Boyz
Then I Wronged Her
This ain’t Rhonda, but a pretty (really pretty) reasonable facsimile.
(Just like Rhonda)
Once Janet and I had escaped (In the middle of the night) from Nacogdoches, after having sold out and sold our “Aquarium World” Crud-Eater Tropical Fish Emporium to a young couple for not nearly what it was worth, we headed to Plano.
(Not sure why Plano)
Got there. Early in the A.M.
Just in time to find an apartment.
Found one, but we were near to broke.
West Plano—where all the yuppies and rich folk lived.
We managed to move in though.
No FURNITURE.
(We were used to that)
After about a month, we got kicked out.
Because we were deemed to be “White Trash.”
Fuck ‘em.
We found a cheaper apartment in East Plano that was FURNISHED.
Janet announced to me one day that she wanted to be a ‘housewife’ for one year.
Considering what I had put her through and what a ‘trooper’ she had always been, I agreed.
So I got a job which paid shit, but just enough to make her dream come true.
We would manage.
The job was a ‘factory’ job for a Mom and Pop company:
SPAN INSTRUMENTS
They made gauges. Pressure gauges. Mostly for fire trucks.
I was hired as a ‘Calibration Technician.’
For the gauges.
(Yeah, with all of my fucking ‘math skills.’)
But I never missed work and so they kept upping my pay.
So it was easy for me to keep my promise to my wife.
Then entered Rhonda Jo:
More White-Trash Than Me
It was inevitable Love at First Sight–
I could read The Writing on the Wall
***
Throwing a spanner in the works of my marriage.
To be continued…
Teaser:
Help Me Rhonda
Spoiler:
She Did
Then I Wronged Her
This ain’t Rhonda, but a pretty (really pretty) reasonable facsimile.
(Just like Rhonda)
Once Janet and I had escaped (In the middle of the night) from Nacogdoches, after having sold out and sold our “Aquarium World” Crud-Eater Tropical Fish Emporium to a young couple for not nearly what it was worth, we headed to Plano.
(Not sure why Plano)
Got there. Early in the A.M.
Just in time to find an apartment.
Found one, but we were near to broke.
West Plano—where all the yuppies and rich folk lived.
We managed to move in though.
No FURNITURE.
(We were used to that)
After about a month, we got kicked out.
Because we were deemed to be “White Trash.”
Fuck ‘em.
We found a cheaper apartment in East Plano that was FURNISHED.
Janet announced to me one day that she wanted to be a ‘housewife’ for one year.
Considering what I had put her through and what a ‘trooper’ she had always been, I agreed.
So I got a job which paid shit, but just enough to make her dream come true.
We would manage.
The job was a ‘factory’ job for a Mom and Pop company:
SPAN INSTRUMENTS
They made gauges. Pressure gauges. Mostly for fire trucks.
I was hired as a ‘Calibration Technician.’
For the gauges.
(Yeah, with all of my fucking ‘math skills.’)
But I never missed work and so they kept upping my pay.
So it was easy for me to keep my promise to my wife.
Then entered Rhonda Jo:
Throwing a spanner in the works of my marriage.
To be continued…
Teaser: