I can see the stars in the dark,
the school I went to was next door to a scrap yard, the only thing separating our playground from the mountains of shredded metal was a chain link fence, occasionally a metal shard would slitter down the pile and slide under the chain link fence. One when I was in the second grade, I picked up one of those shards and sliced a kids arm from his elbow to wrist. It is that a false memory? Seventy years later all I have for sure is a vague memory of being in the principal's office and the kid was there too, his arm bleeding and me feeling guilty. Crazy mike always told me to pick up something to use as a weapon if I got in a fight. After he died I was called up for the draft in 1963 and declared mentally unfit, just because I used to sleep with a shotgun under my ching.
Mr. Guilty, I use that username once in a while.
Watching a show about veterans and I heard someone say "everyday 20 veterans die by suicide" and I wondered if it is true. It is true. When I check out at the dollar store they ask me if I want to donate to help the active duty militarty get the things they need. Like school supplies for their children. And I am put off, I guess I am a sorry son of a bitch, I think that active duty military should get everything from the government whose orders they are following. Jim (blessed be...) would cross three lanes of traffic or do a u turn if he saw a panhandler wearing a army jacket, he always gave them something.
I deleted one here don't know if you saw it, sounded like I was getting into a Zuihitsu pissing contest.
deleted postI got so old any weather seems like good weather. I read that six feet down the temperature is always the same.
The weather of Texas is pretty radical, sometimes it seems like it is stuck in one mode for weeks, that it gets wild every other week as another storm rolls through from the Gulf or The Pacific, or from the great white north.
Funny how when you grow up in a certain climate, get used to the transitions from season to season, and when you move 1500 miles south you will always feel like a stranger in your own hometown.
Sitting in the garage over at the bear's house looking at my homeboy motorcycle, he is now 87, he has parked his big Harley in the bear's garage, maybe forever, I hope not. Is it true that twenty veterans die every day by suicide?
Beautiful day today did not get to ride my 20 miles today, instead, I cheated and drove around running errands with my fitness tracker on and logged 50 Healthybucks™ on my HMO.
yep, here I go again, doing this thing we
call Zuishitu. But I am still not of a mind to edit the typos in that one above.
