Thursday, April 11, 2013


I've been all over the map lately because Cow Milk Blues is a crippled alcoholic and every other person in town is a rancher and gun enthusiast*.
Either I learn to shoot assault rifles at wild hogs or I gravitate toward the only other person who sees the library as something more than a bathroom. But to converse with Cow Milk means drinking at least 48 ounces of 8% which does deaden the senses and makes me forget the desperate past I've lived and the uncertain future, but brings out Bleacher booze demons that should be left locked up.

Bend Over

A moment of truth approaches...I had my pre-employment comprehensive physical yesterday and have reason to believe I will be red flagged for life. The scars of childhood never fully dissolve and the doctors were horrified at what they found when I tried to bend over. "Worst I've ever seen" was the kind of thing I heard a lot. One too many back bending tackles when I was a teen cost me everything.*
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