I was just outside. Full dark at a ridiculous 6:45 pm MST. Smoking a cigarette, sipping Polish vodka. Some young fucker just zoooooomed by in his beaten up chevy pickup, blaring Rage Against the Machine, the song that fades into a repeated "America Is... America is... amerika IS..." And I chuckled to myself. About the pretense and arrogance of youth.
Then I thought for a moment. I came zipping home in my older if less beaten ford truck with Cave's "Brother my up Is Empty" playing at an ill advised volume. I am a self righteous whoreson.
So I have an excuse. That doesn't matter though.
So I just took a break, to get a beer and have a smoke... What was I saying?
Doesn't matter too much.
I watched my neighbor drive away in his ancient, but well tuned 3/4 ton suburban. Since it is November I assume he's going to go kill some goat-like thing out on the eastern plains. I made some great stew out of some goose breasts he gave me from an earlier hunting trip. He's actually been a really great neighbor, I'll probably buy him a bottle of bourbon at Christmas.
So what am I talking about?
The usual, I suppose. It's nice, writing out to the ether. If I were catholic, I'd compare it to confession. F'giv meh fadder, Ah drank too mutch da udder noit.
No, that doesn't quite do it for me.
Just exercising my voice, really. I have these ideas. I'm not quite in Denver, I'm not quite dead.
I'm expecting guests, I'll leave you all to your sleep, or whatever you may be up to.
Bless you all.
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