the following needs an edit but i lost my train of thought
3 days till 50. I’m not as bummed as I thought I would be
First morning without Lucky, we cried and we all share memories of the pets that have lived in the house since 1965. The Malogato has his birthday tomorrow his 6th, he doesn’t seem happy there or at least he cries a lot when I leave, its very hard to leave him and it is compounded when the DA hustles me for a few dollars, I’ll get him a card, a new light, and 10 bucks for the DA to “buy” him something
Last night I had a dream I’ve never had before or any type like it. I dreamed I was with someone ( the person was not known to me now but in the dream I trusted him like a buddy) and we were walking down a hallway and I head a lot of people cheering, at the end of the hallway was a float and we climbed on and I was handed a bag of beads to throw, I was at Marti gras and there was alcohol everywhere, we were moving and I was throwng beads to thousands of people, but none of the girls were playing the game they would blow kisses plead but not show, so I threw the anway and kept drinking, I go inside the float and there seems to be hundreds of people, fade to black, sunshine and I’m on a bed in a very old house in a tiny room and I get out of bed and my friends slaps me on the back and sayd ‘Man you were really drunk last night, get cleaned up time for another parade, at this point my logic cenitcits kick in and I say to myself, its already lent marti gras is over, I then wake up, wonder why no flashers for me
Fifty, cincuenta, cinquanta, cinquante, fünfzig, vijftig, fimmtíu, (기수), Wu shi, no matter how it is said it is a lot, not so much a depressing number as it is reflective, I remember all the hope there was before me when I was a mere lad of 5, reading to the class with the ease of a sober beatnik poet, the endless possibilities I had simply for reading, I was going to skip one maybe two grades, writing was hard but I worked at it, all the stupid English grammar rules you learn to know but couldn’t name off the top of your head, I had a working knowledge, I was ready to skip the grade bullys notwithstanding, parents proud, but ………….reality hit when I tried to decipher the associative and commutative properties of math, I remember not seeing the point of the whole thing, “I can see the answer right there why am I breaking it up, tell me teach, why am I going through this trouble, what is algebra and I will get my mouth washed out if I say bra”. Even to this day every time I tried to do math I got pictures of breasts in my head, it was really distracting in college when the weather was warm and I’m trying to concentrate . I could add subtract, knew my times table and give me a piece of paper I could even divide, beyond that ………….. didn’t get it , still don’t
I really never got above a c in any math class from HS through college calculus, the function of x from zero to one sounded like a metaphysical experience expounded by Dr. Timothy Leery. What is x and what is its function, how does the slope of a curve determine interest rates? It still sounds made up, when I see mathematical equations in photos of the current math genus and the caption explains how the equations explains the material properties of time travel I admit I am befuddled? how many people would know its real, and solving it seems made up as well, F-Einstein pretentious over marketed bastard, still don’t believe his relative time travel and apparently no one can and animation explanations seems like cartoon physics. Anyway my academic career ended with bullies and math and I gave in instead of challenging it and knowing know I would have been wise to keep a journal and stick to it, always conjured stories off the top of my head, but I could not write fast enough to keep up, maybe I had ADD in HD, maybe it was the self loathing, it could even be the LSD experiments the Psychological major baby sitter got my parents to sign me up for.
I’m not ready to be 50 but I am ready to be retired, thinking back to my folks when they turned 50 I knew they were tired but not why, the why is answered, it isn’t so much the grind as it is the path you’ve chosen is probably in the direction it’s going to go, maybe a few deviation due to crisis or celebration but the horizon is close enough you can make out certain details and it probably isn’t bad, it may be even pleasant. But the missed opportunities are glaring, I am saddened that I didn’t reproduce but given the situation with the DA it is probably best as I would be a single dad fighting he trust fund for custody
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
letter to a lawyer
A few years ago I leaned back in my chair, and the chair broke and I smacked my head on the floor, I had some x-rays, saw a doctor and I submitted the bills to workers comp. At the same time I joined the diabetes club and had some test done and something happened with the billing and the charges got comingled, so I wrote a couple of letters and some got paid and some didn’t. A lot of the charges are of the 8.99 variety which add up, and the insurance industry is so screwed up, one office visit can generate 4-5 letters of service and separate charges. So I got a letter from a collection agency asking for 108.51 but no explanation, I called and left a message, got a call back and it got ugly and she hung up on me so I sent the following letter, when I write letters of protest they are always at least 1000 words, and written in an annoying manner, so all punctuation and grammar is intentional. enjoy
law offices of lawyer dude
11111 main street
suite 6079
city
notation: claim of diagonstic
march 23, 2011
dear Mr. lawyer dude
TO BEGIN WITH I RESPECTFULLY DISPUTE THE CHARGES AS LEGITIMATE.
i received letter (see attached) on march 18th respectfully submitted from a legal assistant MS collector, it is in regard to a claim in the amount of 108.51 from diagnostics, and the amount was not itemized; i had a incident a few years ago that involved workers comp, i was also having some tests done at the same time and some of the billing got compiled together, as all procedures were done by the same hospital- --------, and the doctors that provide the service -------partners.
i called on saturday/sunday and left a message at the number 999-999-9999 and dutifully entered in the extension number provided 9999, and left a brief message stating that due to my ongoing concern with workers comp if eye cannot verify what the claim is for eye cannot pay.
at 10:32 am mdt, monday march 23, 2011 i received a phone call presumably from your associate the legal assistant a.k.a MS collector, i cannot be sure because I had a hard time hearing what she was saying and i believe she had a hard time hearing what I was saying, a bad connection is the likely problem and maybe part of the problem i which I found a little disturbing and I will follow up with, which could have been avoided, but unlikely as our conversation turned ugly rather quickly, I informed her that I did not have the letter in front of me, and i had to repeat this a few times.
there was no invoice attached or itemized statement detailing what the alleged debt is, since (as I have previously stated there is a worker’s comp dispute that involved the mixing of charges for the workplace incident and some other health related charges) i could not tell what the charges are for I am not in a position to tell what is legitimately mine and what should be handled by the good people at our human resources department. i tried to explain this to your associate who I believe to be a female, and if I am incorrect please give my most sincerest of apologies, but she appeared to focus on payment, which I understand, your business is collections, you get assigned debt from presumably all fields, endeavors and associations , and you collect a portion of the proceeds and everybody wins-the creditor gets the majority of the claim, the debtor pays what is owed, and you collect your fee, i understand this, but apparently your associate chose to speak to me as you would a ill tempered child, and frequently spoke over me, the bad connection notwithstanding, led to a poor communication and frankly let to hard feelings on my part; when i asked for an invoice she set her sail for insisting that I call the aforementioned diagnostics, which I found troubling as i have dealt with the workers comp claims and in every instance was sent a detailed invoice which I either took to the good people of our human resources department to take care of, or cut a check; when I pressed for an invoice your associate claimed that due to patient privacy she could not, but I was free to call the creditor; this was insulting as her demeanor was most unprofessional, but i’m willing to give her the benefit of the doubt that she (again assuming I was speaking to a female) may have had a troubling or insulting call prior to her contacting me.
i said if i cannot determine the nature of the claim, then I have no choice to dispute the claim, she immediately went into lawyer mode and alleged i was not making an sense as she said “how can you dispute a charge when you don’t know what it is”, now re-read that again and let it sit in, if you went to a restaurant, had a good meal, and got a non-itemized bill for $108.51, you would naturally ask for a detailed list of what the charges are for; i countered the logical counter retort essentially inquiring, how can i be expected to pay anything when I don’t know what the claim is for, she countered again she could not tell me what the charges are for, and I told her I’ve only gone to _________ hospital and clinics and she said that I didn’t understand that if a hospital sends out blood work and independent lab will do the work, and I asked is this for blood work, (wondering if she can’t tell me what the charges are for is the reference to blood work is an example or if she can tell me what the charges are for and doesn’t want the trouble of getting the invoice out to me which is either an example of laziness, company policy, incompetence, poor customer service cause why do the work when you can get someone else to do it, or a combination of all of the above) she told me that she is trying to give me the number to diagnostics which is unacceptable from my position because it appears to me she is only interested in collecting and not determining if it is legitimate because i suppose if the claim is not valid, your company collects nothing; we continued to go in circles I asked her for her name and she retorted “it’s in the letter sir” which was confusing to me as we had already established that I did not have the letter in front of me, she abruptly hung up on me which I find to be demeaning as you hang up on your high school girlfriend when she tells you the limo you want to get isn’t big enough, or if someone becomes abusive, no good bye, no “good day sir” no “i can’t continue in this manner if you want to dispute the claim kindly send a letter”; I cannot emphasize enough how unprofessional I found your associate to be and hanging up me is frankly childish.
i am going to fax this letter today along with the letter i received and I will follow up with mailing this taking advantage of the good people at the US post office confirmation technology, furthermore I do not want any verbal communication as it would be pointless and counterproductive , when i receive an invoice I can make a educated informed decision on if the claim goes to the good people at our human resource department of if I need to cut a check, further i want no verbal contact with this person as i will return the favor and hang up on her, i’m done with her, apology not needed nor probably warranted from her view point, listen to the tape.
once again I I RESPECTFULLY DISPUTE THE CHARGES AS LEGITIMATE DUE TO LACK OF ITEMIZATION
respectfully submitted this day march 23, 2011
law offices of lawyer dude
11111 main street
suite 6079
city
notation: claim of diagonstic
march 23, 2011
dear Mr. lawyer dude
TO BEGIN WITH I RESPECTFULLY DISPUTE THE CHARGES AS LEGITIMATE.
i received letter (see attached) on march 18th respectfully submitted from a legal assistant MS collector, it is in regard to a claim in the amount of 108.51 from diagnostics, and the amount was not itemized; i had a incident a few years ago that involved workers comp, i was also having some tests done at the same time and some of the billing got compiled together, as all procedures were done by the same hospital- --------, and the doctors that provide the service -------partners.
i called on saturday/sunday and left a message at the number 999-999-9999 and dutifully entered in the extension number provided 9999, and left a brief message stating that due to my ongoing concern with workers comp if eye cannot verify what the claim is for eye cannot pay.
at 10:32 am mdt, monday march 23, 2011 i received a phone call presumably from your associate the legal assistant a.k.a MS collector, i cannot be sure because I had a hard time hearing what she was saying and i believe she had a hard time hearing what I was saying, a bad connection is the likely problem and maybe part of the problem i which I found a little disturbing and I will follow up with, which could have been avoided, but unlikely as our conversation turned ugly rather quickly, I informed her that I did not have the letter in front of me, and i had to repeat this a few times.
there was no invoice attached or itemized statement detailing what the alleged debt is, since (as I have previously stated there is a worker’s comp dispute that involved the mixing of charges for the workplace incident and some other health related charges) i could not tell what the charges are for I am not in a position to tell what is legitimately mine and what should be handled by the good people at our human resources department. i tried to explain this to your associate who I believe to be a female, and if I am incorrect please give my most sincerest of apologies, but she appeared to focus on payment, which I understand, your business is collections, you get assigned debt from presumably all fields, endeavors and associations , and you collect a portion of the proceeds and everybody wins-the creditor gets the majority of the claim, the debtor pays what is owed, and you collect your fee, i understand this, but apparently your associate chose to speak to me as you would a ill tempered child, and frequently spoke over me, the bad connection notwithstanding, led to a poor communication and frankly let to hard feelings on my part; when i asked for an invoice she set her sail for insisting that I call the aforementioned diagnostics, which I found troubling as i have dealt with the workers comp claims and in every instance was sent a detailed invoice which I either took to the good people of our human resources department to take care of, or cut a check; when I pressed for an invoice your associate claimed that due to patient privacy she could not, but I was free to call the creditor; this was insulting as her demeanor was most unprofessional, but i’m willing to give her the benefit of the doubt that she (again assuming I was speaking to a female) may have had a troubling or insulting call prior to her contacting me.
i said if i cannot determine the nature of the claim, then I have no choice to dispute the claim, she immediately went into lawyer mode and alleged i was not making an sense as she said “how can you dispute a charge when you don’t know what it is”, now re-read that again and let it sit in, if you went to a restaurant, had a good meal, and got a non-itemized bill for $108.51, you would naturally ask for a detailed list of what the charges are for; i countered the logical counter retort essentially inquiring, how can i be expected to pay anything when I don’t know what the claim is for, she countered again she could not tell me what the charges are for, and I told her I’ve only gone to _________ hospital and clinics and she said that I didn’t understand that if a hospital sends out blood work and independent lab will do the work, and I asked is this for blood work, (wondering if she can’t tell me what the charges are for is the reference to blood work is an example or if she can tell me what the charges are for and doesn’t want the trouble of getting the invoice out to me which is either an example of laziness, company policy, incompetence, poor customer service cause why do the work when you can get someone else to do it, or a combination of all of the above) she told me that she is trying to give me the number to diagnostics which is unacceptable from my position because it appears to me she is only interested in collecting and not determining if it is legitimate because i suppose if the claim is not valid, your company collects nothing; we continued to go in circles I asked her for her name and she retorted “it’s in the letter sir” which was confusing to me as we had already established that I did not have the letter in front of me, she abruptly hung up on me which I find to be demeaning as you hang up on your high school girlfriend when she tells you the limo you want to get isn’t big enough, or if someone becomes abusive, no good bye, no “good day sir” no “i can’t continue in this manner if you want to dispute the claim kindly send a letter”; I cannot emphasize enough how unprofessional I found your associate to be and hanging up me is frankly childish.
i am going to fax this letter today along with the letter i received and I will follow up with mailing this taking advantage of the good people at the US post office confirmation technology, furthermore I do not want any verbal communication as it would be pointless and counterproductive , when i receive an invoice I can make a educated informed decision on if the claim goes to the good people at our human resource department of if I need to cut a check, further i want no verbal contact with this person as i will return the favor and hang up on her, i’m done with her, apology not needed nor probably warranted from her view point, listen to the tape.
once again I I RESPECTFULLY DISPUTE THE CHARGES AS LEGITIMATE DUE TO LACK OF ITEMIZATION
respectfully submitted this day march 23, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Farewell to an old Kitty
March 21, 2011
4 days till 50. I’m not as bummed as I thought I would be
A farewell to Lucky the kitty that lived at my parent’s house. I never really knew him, he usually hid when visitors came over, his name was actually Bennie, my mom and dad called him Kitty, but I called him Lucky. I got to know him a little when I moved in. I would see him in the morning around 6:00 am when I fed the mama cat, he would slowly walk over and stare at me, stare at the dish, and I would get him the wet food. He usually had ½ a can in the fridge, which puzzled me because Lucky barely weighed 5 lbs but mom said he was 18 and was getting ready to die. He would eat the can and while I was eating my breakfast and would stare at me and I would always open a new can and he would eat it all. Eventually I would give him whatever was left at night when I took my shower, and we would have a little chat and scratch.
He used to sleep in the closet where I’m staying and when I closed the door at night he used to tap the door to come in and tap it to go out. He started sleeping in the shower and my mom said he goes in there to drink the water. He looked really old and moved really slow and if he felt annoyed he would slowly walk away.
He loved my mom and dad, when my mom was in the hospital he cried every night at her bed and that really hit home with my dad and made my mom’s absence real. When mom came home Lucky was happy and stayed by her side. When mom got better he would sit on the couch between them until it was time for bed and let them know it was time for lights out.
The last couple of weeks I knew his time was about over, when I fed and sang with the Mama cat (who is a feral cat I had spayed) he would watch from the door, and last Thursday he sauntered over and ate from the mama cat’s food and the Mama cat moved over and let him eat, I was really touched by this, and it was the last time I saw him really involved in his surroundings. Friday morning he looked at me a usual but there seemed to be sadness about him, he didn’t sing like normal and he kept eating and drinking real slow. When I came home that night he was missing and came out late at night, and slept in his litter box. He slept the rest of the weekend and stayed in one spot, and didn’t respond when stroked. Sunday night we all knew he wasn’t happy and it was time. Monday he saw a vet and joined the universe. I remembered I had taken a photo of him and got some copies and the reality hit home he was leaving. This morning I said goodbye and by 10:00 he was gone, the idea he might be throw in the trash bothered my mom so arrangements were made to have him cremated with other kitties and ashes spread in the mountains.
Finally, why I called him Lucky, my sister got a cat and was living with a sociopath when she couldn’t take it she moved in with my parents, this was about 15 years ago. The cat got out and my sister was very upset and called the pound daily. Finally she got a call the cat was there and came home. The Cat took to the surroundings especially my parents, when they were petting him they noticed he had no claws, the wrong Kitty came home, but since the new kitty bonded with my parents and my sister didn’t notice the difference. He stayed, a comfort to my parents, a sometime companion to my sister, and a part of the family. The house seems empty without you Lucky, I truly hope you didn’t suffer anymore than you wanted to, and I appreciate you letting us know it was time
Monday, March 14, 2011
Malogato goes to the doctor
Malogato goes to the doctor
Thursday afternoon my seemingly eternal boring life came to left turn as I received a call from a hysterical DA crying that the kitty has a bare batch under his chin and it is bleeding and it is AN EMERGENCY, this, the day after the DA had me take time off from work to take her to the dentist only to have her break down like a 7 yr old until I gave her a few dollars. I take time off from work and venture into the lair of the dragon, and the crying DA points to the cat and Malogato comes up to me and rolls on his back and I scratch him and he doesn’t seem the worse for ware but I see the bare patch.
Kitty reluctantly got in his carrier ( he really hates it, he often gets me back by ignoring me at first and then smacking me in the head when I am taking a nap) and he cried all the to the vet. We got there and since Kitty wasn’t in distress and we had no appointment, we waited about 20 minutes and I opened the door and scratched his ears and head and he calmly sat inside and watched a very hyperactive puppy jump around, and I swear he rolled his eyes.
We were called in and I let him out and he explored the room and the tech weighed him (14lbs 9 oz, but no tummy, he is a most impressive cat and not pretentious like those pure bred cats you see at shows Malogato says they should be called “inbreed” instead of “purebred”) the Vet-tech remarked n what a big head he has, which apparently among cat lovers is a remarkable thing because it is “lion” like. Imagine my Malogato a lion? More likely a panther, a fearless panther, She shared she once had a kitty that had a large head and he too was fearless and no she has a kitty that hides under the bench at the vet, meanwhile Malogato is banging on the cabinet doors trying to open them. (pets have short lives, our gift from God to appreciate the lives and gifts we have, I’m not particularly religious, I believe in God, just don’t feel the need to dedicate and sacrifice everything and core in gratitude and shame of worship)
Malogato had his temp taken, and he glared at me when it was taken but he kept pretty still and I asked while I was there if he could get his shots since they are due in May. The doctor came in and she is really sweet and nice and has the small town girl look to her. She took him back and the initial estimate was $ 460.00 and I didn’t have it but he got his rabies, and leukemia plus a antibiotic. The distemper and blood work will have to wait till this summer. Malogato got a bit of a shave and something rubbed on his owwe. The total came to 168.00 and hopefully his insurance will cover ½. The vet as usuall gushed over the Malogato and mentioned his face and could not determine the source of the patch and thinks he may have picked himself and kept scratching at it.
Malogato and I had a few hours to ourselves, he got his shots and got to enjoy a few moments visiting.
Enjoy the video
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
John Cleese owes my dad 50.00
It is strange how memories jump into your conscience, we were watching the Lobos game and they were well ahead of a team the suspended their big man for admitting to a sexual relationship with his girlfriend. Rules are rules but I felt bad for the kid for having his business aired in public. There has been a lot of discussion on whether the kid deserved to get suspended, he signed an honor code, and I signed an honor code in a HS boarding school I went to, and you have to follow the rules. The school really screwed this kid by outing him, and if he were just suspended for not following team rules, and leave the honor code out of it, and the media was told it was an internal matter, the kid could have been saved a lot of grief.
Back to Mr.Clease, and why my dad is deserving of $50.00 cash, or mostly cash. My father is from the vacuum tube generation, I remember as a young lad staring wide eyed at the glowing tubes, my dad blowing the dust out of the insides and giving the radio or TV a good whack, which surprisingly worked. I suppose the equivalent would be turning the computer of HD TV on and off. When VCR’s became affordable I had to program the VCR because my dad went ballistic turning the little wheels trying to tune in the station, and cable ready VCR’s came in soon afterwards.
The VCR’s of the day promoted on screen programming, a feat my dad never mastered and after recording the wrong show several times he would call me and I would do it for him. There was a commercial with John Cleese of Monty Python pitching a universal remote that was voice activated, he would say , as best my memory can recall “Record start 8:00 end 10:00, how hard is that”
Well the old man went out and bought it and was assured by the good people at Baillos that is was full proof, and was a steal at $50.00. He brought it home read the manual very carefully and went over with it with me. To work you had to repeat every word the unit said like “start”, “end”, and all the numbers, a low whisle would start and rise in pitch and move on to the next one, if it did not understand it would say “Repeat” and you would say it again.
The Old man had me set it up and started “one” my dad says “one”, “repeat” and on and on and on, and he started to get pissed, and I wanted to but my gut laughing, except I couldn’t laugh, I was biting my hand. He started swearing in Spanish and yelling for my mom “R____..what the hell is wrong with this? ” He face was red, he gave up and he never took it back
So Mr. Clease cough up the 50 bucks
Back to Mr.Clease, and why my dad is deserving of $50.00 cash, or mostly cash. My father is from the vacuum tube generation, I remember as a young lad staring wide eyed at the glowing tubes, my dad blowing the dust out of the insides and giving the radio or TV a good whack, which surprisingly worked. I suppose the equivalent would be turning the computer of HD TV on and off. When VCR’s became affordable I had to program the VCR because my dad went ballistic turning the little wheels trying to tune in the station, and cable ready VCR’s came in soon afterwards.
The VCR’s of the day promoted on screen programming, a feat my dad never mastered and after recording the wrong show several times he would call me and I would do it for him. There was a commercial with John Cleese of Monty Python pitching a universal remote that was voice activated, he would say , as best my memory can recall “Record start 8:00 end 10:00, how hard is that”
Well the old man went out and bought it and was assured by the good people at Baillos that is was full proof, and was a steal at $50.00. He brought it home read the manual very carefully and went over with it with me. To work you had to repeat every word the unit said like “start”, “end”, and all the numbers, a low whisle would start and rise in pitch and move on to the next one, if it did not understand it would say “Repeat” and you would say it again.
The Old man had me set it up and started “one” my dad says “one”, “repeat” and on and on and on, and he started to get pissed, and I wanted to but my gut laughing, except I couldn’t laugh, I was biting my hand. He started swearing in Spanish and yelling for my mom “R____..what the hell is wrong with this? ” He face was red, he gave up and he never took it back
So Mr. Clease cough up the 50 bucks
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
First Kiss
March 1, 2011
Well the DA called last night and claimed she was done with drugs and asked for help on staying clean, I don’t know what to say but I listened, I was then informed that she has worn all hers and the socks I left behind, curious I asked her how many times she changes socks, “3-4 times”. When I inquired in the reason, she has a foot fungus and when she goes for a walk, she has to change them. She goes on a walk to panhandle money and has some story that gets her enough to get a fix, but anyone out there if you feel the need to give, don’t give more than a few bucks, if you feel the need to give 50 bucks, cut a check to the homeless project, or a school in the area.
Memory
I’ve mentioned the kindergarten before, and many of the kids in the kindergarten would follow me (or I followed them) to parochial school, except for a few. Two of them, can’t remember their names, but were “the couple” in class. The guy was “dreamy by all the girls, and the gal was the “it” girl in Class. She was taller than most of the boys and she wore bright colors (this was 1966), and leotards and she was pretty enough most of the boys didn’t have that “gross I hate girls” attitude towards her, of course all the girls hated her, I remember thinking of her a s a hippy because she dressed the “flower child” part. Either way she was beyond my sights, even if I knew anything about girls. During play time they would hold hands and kiss, and we would stare and the adults thought it was cute for a while and would ask them to keep a space in-between.
There was this gal who lived down the street who was in my class whose name was J______ but I hung out with her older brother who was a worldly man of 6 or 7. She used to come over and I don’t remember anything specific about playing with her but one day we were lying in the grass and she asked me to be her boyfriend, and I remember my heart pounding, and I said yes and she turned and kissed me I kissed her back, and my mom started pounding on the window and told me to come in. She teased me that I was starting to look like J______ and I got teased by the family, remember I was 5 and that feeling stayed with me for a long time. So it goes.
Valentine’s day came around and we all exchanged valentines and I was messing around in the yard and I found a rock that was kind of heart shaped and I took the rock to class and asked Mrs. Stone (irony eh?) to help me scratch “I Lov U”. I was really excited and gave it to J____ , and my hopes were crushed when she laughed and said “what do I want with a stupid rock”, I got mad and took the rock and put my arm back to throw at her and she screamed and started running and I yelled “you stupid doo-doo head” and I tried to throw it over the fence, but I hit her square on the head.
She started crying and made a scene and I was scared I was going to get a spanking, but she didn’t need stitches and I was not allowed to take part in snack time for a few weeks and my dad gave me a whooping. And needless to say J_____ didn’t kiss me again, and we made up sort of but she didn’t go to the same school. And a year later they moved away.
Spring break maybe 18 years later, Las Vegas, and we were staying at the Tropicana. We were around the pool, and I was lit, some of the crew I was with was playing Blackjack at the table in the middle of the pool, and on of my friends nudges me and she says “the blond girl is staring at you” , now I play joke on people all the time so I’m like “get out of here’ , but she walks up and asked are you d____ from A_______, and I say “yes I am” and she says “I’m J____ remember me from the neighborhood” “ I’m thinking ITS HER, I”M GONNA GET LUCKY ON SPRING BREAK so I tell Her “Of course I remember you, how is it going” she smiles, kicks me in the nuts, and says “who’s the doo doo head now” and walks away laughing and her friends are laughing at me wearing bikinis.
I’m on the ground heaving, my friends are laughing at me, and I didn’t see her the rest of the week, I lost all my money, got shut out of seeing Rodney Dangerfield, and in the interest of fairness everything after my mom knocking on the window didn’t happen, but it makes for a good story
Well the DA called last night and claimed she was done with drugs and asked for help on staying clean, I don’t know what to say but I listened, I was then informed that she has worn all hers and the socks I left behind, curious I asked her how many times she changes socks, “3-4 times”. When I inquired in the reason, she has a foot fungus and when she goes for a walk, she has to change them. She goes on a walk to panhandle money and has some story that gets her enough to get a fix, but anyone out there if you feel the need to give, don’t give more than a few bucks, if you feel the need to give 50 bucks, cut a check to the homeless project, or a school in the area.
Memory
I’ve mentioned the kindergarten before, and many of the kids in the kindergarten would follow me (or I followed them) to parochial school, except for a few. Two of them, can’t remember their names, but were “the couple” in class. The guy was “dreamy by all the girls, and the gal was the “it” girl in Class. She was taller than most of the boys and she wore bright colors (this was 1966), and leotards and she was pretty enough most of the boys didn’t have that “gross I hate girls” attitude towards her, of course all the girls hated her, I remember thinking of her a s a hippy because she dressed the “flower child” part. Either way she was beyond my sights, even if I knew anything about girls. During play time they would hold hands and kiss, and we would stare and the adults thought it was cute for a while and would ask them to keep a space in-between.
There was this gal who lived down the street who was in my class whose name was J______ but I hung out with her older brother who was a worldly man of 6 or 7. She used to come over and I don’t remember anything specific about playing with her but one day we were lying in the grass and she asked me to be her boyfriend, and I remember my heart pounding, and I said yes and she turned and kissed me I kissed her back, and my mom started pounding on the window and told me to come in. She teased me that I was starting to look like J______ and I got teased by the family, remember I was 5 and that feeling stayed with me for a long time. So it goes.
Valentine’s day came around and we all exchanged valentines and I was messing around in the yard and I found a rock that was kind of heart shaped and I took the rock to class and asked Mrs. Stone (irony eh?) to help me scratch “I Lov U”. I was really excited and gave it to J____ , and my hopes were crushed when she laughed and said “what do I want with a stupid rock”, I got mad and took the rock and put my arm back to throw at her and she screamed and started running and I yelled “you stupid doo-doo head” and I tried to throw it over the fence, but I hit her square on the head.
She started crying and made a scene and I was scared I was going to get a spanking, but she didn’t need stitches and I was not allowed to take part in snack time for a few weeks and my dad gave me a whooping. And needless to say J_____ didn’t kiss me again, and we made up sort of but she didn’t go to the same school. And a year later they moved away.
Spring break maybe 18 years later, Las Vegas, and we were staying at the Tropicana. We were around the pool, and I was lit, some of the crew I was with was playing Blackjack at the table in the middle of the pool, and on of my friends nudges me and she says “the blond girl is staring at you” , now I play joke on people all the time so I’m like “get out of here’ , but she walks up and asked are you d____ from A_______, and I say “yes I am” and she says “I’m J____ remember me from the neighborhood” “ I’m thinking ITS HER, I”M GONNA GET LUCKY ON SPRING BREAK so I tell Her “Of course I remember you, how is it going” she smiles, kicks me in the nuts, and says “who’s the doo doo head now” and walks away laughing and her friends are laughing at me wearing bikinis.
I’m on the ground heaving, my friends are laughing at me, and I didn’t see her the rest of the week, I lost all my money, got shut out of seeing Rodney Dangerfield, and in the interest of fairness everything after my mom knocking on the window didn’t happen, but it makes for a good story
Weekend Blues
I’m sitting in the Erna Fergusson Library using the free wi-fi because the Farmville game put me over my allotted gigabytes. Currently I am downloading the Norton Utilities, because my free trial expired a few months ago and I am tired of collecting product CD’s and boxes that take up space that could be used for interesting bottles I find or use. I used to have a very cool beer bottle collection but the DA said “you are 45 years old, get rid of it”….. grrrrrr “yes dear”, mainly because I never got around to numbering the bottles and forgot the significance of the bottles or the beer that once was inside them, I suppose it doesn’t matter but some of the beers aren’t available, or available around here anyways. The DA has had a couple of interesting days, Thursday her birthday started out ok, but she got her meds and did a soma coma. She called about 4:00 and sounded three sheets to the wind. So Applebee’s was out, and that was a relief to me, she called later and sounded worse and she kept calling. Friday was another strange day, the DA had smokes, her cash from her dad, but had no shampoo, she demanded the shampoo or else my stuff goes in the street, again, I flat told her no and told her to grow up, later “kitty” called and said mom is sorry and feels bad, later calls indicated she was on another soma coma.
Sat
I slept in a bit, and by sleeping in I mean I awoke at 8:00. The DA called and wanted when was I gonna be there and deliver the shampoo, I told her to let me get acclimated
To the day and I was not emotionally ready to venture outward into the light, naturally she asked “what the hell does that mean” and I bluntly said “I’m not ready” apparently it is a good thing I was not ready because she needed a few items, so I went shopping for myself and a few thing for the DA, but I forgot the shampoo, I visited with the Kitty and the DA hit me up for ten bucks with the Famous “I’ll pay your back”, later I got the call that I forgot the shampoo, and screaming and multiple calls and cokes and shampoo and I went the next day and got it, and I got the wrong shampoo. ARRRG
Sun
Stayed up late Saturday night and slept in, woke up and everyone was gone, I went and saw the feral cat and we sang a duet and I fed her on the floor, she has not been jumping on the table another homeless cat come by and eats whatever is left, maybe the mama cat is playing me but I enjoy our duets and she usually sleeps on the chair part of the day. Saw the Oscars and they were ok, I also tried the E-cigarette and it is pretty close but when I had an actual smoke I chained smoked in the cold chilling wind
Sat
I slept in a bit, and by sleeping in I mean I awoke at 8:00. The DA called and wanted when was I gonna be there and deliver the shampoo, I told her to let me get acclimated
To the day and I was not emotionally ready to venture outward into the light, naturally she asked “what the hell does that mean” and I bluntly said “I’m not ready” apparently it is a good thing I was not ready because she needed a few items, so I went shopping for myself and a few thing for the DA, but I forgot the shampoo, I visited with the Kitty and the DA hit me up for ten bucks with the Famous “I’ll pay your back”, later I got the call that I forgot the shampoo, and screaming and multiple calls and cokes and shampoo and I went the next day and got it, and I got the wrong shampoo. ARRRG
Sun
Stayed up late Saturday night and slept in, woke up and everyone was gone, I went and saw the feral cat and we sang a duet and I fed her on the floor, she has not been jumping on the table another homeless cat come by and eats whatever is left, maybe the mama cat is playing me but I enjoy our duets and she usually sleeps on the chair part of the day. Saw the Oscars and they were ok, I also tried the E-cigarette and it is pretty close but when I had an actual smoke I chained smoked in the cold chilling wind
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