Sparechange!!
LEAVE MY DOGS ALONE!!!!!
stop askin to ply show and tell: u showed me yours... FIRST!
now that i can c my toes ... and some other shyt, again... is my carpet gonna match my drapes, when i get old? i feel for u man... i feel for ya.
oh, that's right... no grey. nm.
considering rocks, daily dose and the longevity of his commitment to watered down, hops: ya'll should go senior bowling, together.
it's funny that diesel mentioned his age, long... long... LONG, ago ;D ... and he mentioned vd, in his blood... out (Vietnam days... sickos) the window went everything i tease him about, on an hourly basis... and later that, or the next day... the duh, fish slap arrived, snail mail... of course, it was pops... and as usual, i forgot stuff.
just like today... i was so ummm... myopic (ubber focused, in this moment), about checking a box (alfalfa)... that each step, i (being fresked, all day) had to focus, on the smallest detail (like a cue ball, for instance)... because it's often, the time imma forget something obvious n start breaking shit, even though, well intended so i mean hooking up a borrowed trailer... i might as well have been inspecting a set of triples and probably took longer than inspecting a bobtail. every stop... an eternity and a new, acquaintance, painting the cattlepoop bar, in tears, trying not to get ripped off. hopefully, $20 per, for black velvet, ain't a skinning. i took care of her...she's buried out back. it's legal in my town. nice perk. can y'all imagine, some Newport beach princess, dighin her first pot plant to b trendy, grave n comin up with a rib bone which didn't come from famous daves...
and btw... don't ask me y i felt the sudden urgency to push those clubs so hard, right before this shit went down... larry the roofer's business of bonding with replacement pup... i kinda felt obligated... obliged... honored to step up n keep those veterans n volunteers, in the lifestyle to which THEY SHOULD become accustomed and it's not to big a stretch, for me to want to buy our heroes, a drink n make my introduction, on the scene, with a splash... of tonic.
i may b shy, but it's easy to break down barriers n tear down those ptsd walls, mr gorbachev, with a smile, a beverage and a, "thank you for your cervix". and i dunno how common it is to tip for the recipient, but the number of peeps i saw not tipping... tipping a quarter... I'd seen enough of it, to stop paying attention to local color, to that end.
u make a friend of a vet volunteer who won't take anything from anyone, when her teeth r falling off her shoulders and she's one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen... well... a bitch makes a person get creative and i knew exactly whom all those orange juices and bell ringin, was going to help. does $50 a night at a bar sound like alot to the reader? go stand in front of a bullet and let me know what you think your life is worth, while i light a joint. a few drinks... to help veterans n help their church stand... i feel the scale might require, recalibration.
helping a stranger, is a privilege and an honor. they never know if we have a hole dug in our backyards, just for them. when a stranger is willing to accept a hand which costs us nothing... they're paying us, in anonymous, trust; faith... we aren't having company, for dinner, as ed gein and dahmer, were so generous about doing, so very often...
