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by jimboloco » July 2nd, 2007, 5:46 pm
ha ha
i saw the devil in Savanah
had been sleeping in my car on the Gandy bridge in Tampa Bay
siince Dec 26th, '87, moved out the day after XMAS
went on a drive up to Ashville, was stopped at a sign, about March of '88, a redneck yelled at me "go back to Florida"
so I drove down to the eastern flatlands, thru gothic Savannah, was parked on a road south of town, just resting, wired,wondering where to go, when a couple walked along. The dude was dressed in black, mercy, boots, pants shirt with a big collar, and a huge hat. I had been cursing with absolute frustration, "God Damn God!" and had yelled it out over and over as I was driving down out of the hills into the night. Now it was the next morning, and this dude came walking along and his countenance was remarkable. He has this massive jaw and cheekbones and brow and thw woman walking along with him looked at me and smiled, as tho she knew me. It sent chills thru me totally. I had seen them before as well, somewhere. Or was it a knowing glance, a forlorn hombre deadbeat on the road, or what? It made me leave and drive on back to my spot at the bridge.
Next morning, i woke up and stood on a cement slab at waters edge to piss, slipped on the slick mossy surface and cut my palm wide open on a barnacle under water. Mercy, I got faint, hunkered down, and prayed,
please help me Gawd, help me.
My head cleared up. I held my hand up, it was a clean cut, I could see the tendons, and it did not bleed. I wrapped it up ihn a towel, drovew to the gas station a mile down the road, called the VA emeergency room from a phone booth, and drove there. They treated me real nice, soaked it in betadyne, stiched it up, I felt no pain, and it healed. The next few days I had moved into a room in town and started my comeback.
It wasn't the devil and mrs jones, but she was as homely and beautious as was he, a beast of a man
and have never dared to curse Gawd since that time.
you have to wind up somewhere
somehow those pine woods gove me the spooks, runs from east texas to across north forida,
i once saw a person run across the highway in north forida panhandle
i was the only car in sight
this being bounded from the woods across the road and into the woods again
literally bounded
i think it was an indian
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]