Texans Are Even Better At Conservation

Have I almost lived in Texas a year? How did that happen? I'll tell you, kids, it happened because I lack the long term planning gene. I don't have DNA. I have DN. As in I "Don't 'No" what I'm doing...and end up living in the desert in Texas for a year by accident. I remember trying to drive to Guatemala some time in 2012. Running out of money...having the police badger me like a junkie hiding body parts in my van...then I remember almost dying on the beach...there was something about working as a wreck recovery tow truck operator and rebuilding a Firebird engine...after that it's a blur. If I didn't have this blog I would have no way of knowing what I did last year. Like I sometimes can't remember when I lived in Santa Cruz. Was it 1994 or 1996? OR both? No idea because the internet didn't exist for me.

Today's conversation on the way back from the ranch where I was throwing paint on the wall reminded me that the Texan determination actually bleeds over to their conservation efforts. I chuckle to think of the Santa Cruz set sitting on the sidewalk to block bulldozers from plowing our community garden under to make way for a Sam's Club. It's a joke. But listening to a Ranch owner talk about almost killing a man because he shot a roadrunner made me see the contradictions you will never appreciate if you only see the King of The Hill side of Texas.

Positive Thinking and Other West Coast Ideals

Let's stay positive...I think this is one cut... ha! I had totally forgotten that this song has a ton of nonsense syllables....man I wish I were 15 again so I could think it was cool.

Leather Effect



Before

Because my life isn't hectic enough I had to drink some beer and talk my way into a job "painting" a utility/laundry room and bathroom at a ranch way out toward Mexico.
"Oggy, can you do a leather effect?"
"I invented the leather effect," I said sucking more Hurricane beer down my throat and giggling.

It's all a big joke to Oggy. Take a perfectly good wall and dab some paint on and the wipe it off with a wet rag, smearing the paint around into these intentional gouges in the sheetrock so it looks like a wall in a monkey shit house.

After



Because one hole isn't enough to stop Oggy

 I don't understand much but I got a call today that basically told me my fortunes were going to change...despite having a tire on my moped blow up yesterday while weaving in the brakedown lane. You'd laugh too if you were me.



the view toward Mexico, Look very close on the left horizon and you'll see windmills