New Favorite Song

Try to sing this song and not sound fake.

Routine News

So, we're trying to get back to the office today at 5 pm and there's a head on collision in front of us that shuts down farm road 85. We're redirected through a lightning storm. And when I research what happened I learn that it's not even the first fatal head on accident OF THE DAY.


"C S -
The newly-appointed city manager of C S died from injuries he suffered in an accident Tuesday morning.
RM was on his way to work Tuesday morning when his vehicle collided with a cement truck on Highway 83."*

moments after the sheriff told non big rigs to turn around

RM died early in the morning and someone who hasn't even been identified died around 4:30 pm....on a different road nearby. And the death toll is like Kabul because only Friday a man drove drunk and killed his two kids and a woman driving another car. If you want to make money you should open an air lift helicopter medi-vac service in CS

And when I say that I drive 450 miles each day I want you to take a good look at the road I'm driving on. 75 mph, frack trucks...wet...lightning...tired...wind...illegals...smugglers...hogs...dying wolves...the only reason there aren't helicopters in this picture is because of the lightning and maybe the drivers were too dead to bother with. And this particular stretch of road has a wide shoulder, paint, and no pot holes which is not true for most of the road. All of this effort so we can remain the #1 polluter on the planet. Congratulations.

*That's the road I once commuted on. I pass the cement plant every day.

Accident Analysis

Follow the line to Oggy's broken Body

I've joined a select group of people who have watched a tire pass them at 60 mph and the tire belongs on the vehicle they are driving.

In my case, the day was already a blazing and hellish adventure that had me pouring battery acid in my face to cool down. And this only a day after having another leaf spring component break that took ingenuity beyond belief to fix on a remote well head access road. Using a rock bar to leverage the leaf spring down to fit a bolt plate across. 5 hours in a dry sauna of 110 degrees wrenching on bolts. Awesome! Well, that lasted 1 day as the trailer's axle had been crying for attention and finally threw in the towel. And this is all only 1 day after burning out a $2200 explosion proof flare stack motor (unfortunately not idiot proof) The bearing froze, the spindle nut sheared off and the tire came off. "We lost a tire." I heard and thought he meant a flat tire because I could see smoke and shrapnel accumulating behind us in a cloud...then I saw a strange sight bouncing in the rear view mirror, a brilliant and free tire, finally released from the shackles of the axle. It bounced and bounced, traffic dodged it from the opposite direction and then the tire took a right turn off the shoulder and we three sweaty laborers, dog tired from unrelenting heat and work watched the tire bounce past us and I confess I was rooting for the tire to clear the fence separating the Zebra and Llama hunting ground because it seemed to want to make it. It was aiming for the fence.

Notice that the lug nuts are still on tight

The tire was really moving and it was either going to tear the fence down or else bounce over it. At the last second it hit a big bump and easily soared like Oggy's inflamed ego into the descending sunlight where the last hope of arriving home at a reasonable time collapsed and the Llamas scurried for cover beneath the Zebra's striped indifference.

Ah, it looks like the whole brake drum came off

We laughed and laughed as traffic bombed past us on their way to frack another farm to death, inches from crushing us.
The spindle nut either came off or the whole bearing seized due to lack of grease. The brakes are toast and now the whole axle shaft has to be replaced. Our laughter is the most dangerous part because when death and heat stroke are guaranteed risks every day then having a tire detach from the trailer at high speed becomes a joke. I still think it's funny.

Once Upon A Time In America

My back is killing me and I thought I'd ruptured my appendix this morning and held the left side of my belly but someone said that my appendix was on the other side of my gut.

"Then I'm even worse off than I thought," said a wincing Oggy. "How the fuck did my appendix get over here?"
I'll be a comedian until the day I die...which I thought was going to be today as a lightning storm thundered through our work site while we were working on minor details of a 480V panel...stripped bolts, shimming switch poles, negotiating with the gods....losing the keys to the trailer and finding them in the mud which clumps like wet newspaper in the home of a hoarder. PEOPLE MUST HAVE THEIR GASOLINE!

Summer Dinner

blackened chile peppers a'la La Paz

After Arc Flash training we drank and swapped war stories.
An arc flash is an explosion of copper hotter than the surface of the sun

caused by human error
But the 107 degree surface of Oggy's face
isn't much colder.
like a barbeque of your mouth
lips swollen
throat parched
for energy to consuming fat data entry slaves
going to work
Oggy slithers to the roadrunner madness
arc flash fantasies
roast sweet chile peppers
peel skin
add soy sauce
recipe for the moody blues
 Oggy dreams of broken hearts in sandy visions
Vera Cruz illusions.
Mexican volcano dreams
lost innocence in driftwood fires
wilting in Texan heat for the love of guitars