So.... Last night, en route home after work... oh, 8:30-ish-pm.. I actually rolled UP the windows! (If by some fortune you've stumbled across this blog in the year 2017.. well... it's the summer of 2006 and there ain't been no letup. We've not seen 80 degree temps for a long, long time. Oh, and - ya dumbshit, there's gotta be bigger and brighter things to read in 2017, so scram.)
Wow, 2017. I'll be 65. Tain't that far away. The recent loss of Bill... My ex mother in law being pretty much incapacitated... It makes on think "hey... I've only got so much time here... I guess I need to do the things I want... and say the things I want before I wake up (or don't) one day and I can't..."
Your list? Me? Shit, I thought you'd never ask! I've always had the vision of traveling the US in some kinda vehicle I could sleep in... Perhaps working as I go.. Writing a journal that one day when I keel could be tossed out in the trash... Sure, sounds exotic to travel abroad - but, I'd rather see the USA in my Chevrolet. (Dinah still livin'? Man she had a wonderful personality. Still never figured out whointhehell was in the kitchen with her - but I know there was someone.)
Ahm, I'd like to be retired. I'd like to walk, any damn where I wanna walk. I'd like to hang out a kid's little league game - cause it brought so much joy to me over the years as both a child and a parent. I'd like to play golf - or one-on-one basketball with my buddy Sanford - like the old days...
I'd like to throw a big party in the country - inviting everyone I've ever spent over thirty minutes with.. I'd like to babysit Elisabeth Shue. (E-gads) Am-scray talkback - she is a hottie. And besides, she's got the babysittin' blues. (dah-da-da-da-duhn)
I'd like to have a hammock strung between two trees so far out that maybe even JC'd have a hard time a seein' me. I wanna enjoy the mountains again - but last time I was there they had a mandatory snowchain thing goin' on.. huh uh, gimme sunshine - minimum 50 degrees.
I wanna walk the Gulf... so far until I reach the point I'm so tired - I know I'd better turn around and walk back - and then enjoy the view as much the second time.
I'd liketa win the lottery - even a small one would work - so I could stay the hell outta casinos. I'd love it if my son and I had regular, long, motivated-by-nothing-other-than-to-converse conversations. I'd love to see the world better thru his eyes, and wish the same for him from mine. I'd love to be his best friend.
Ok, would it be a crime to say - by golly - I think I might enjoy a trip to the Chicken Ranch in Vegas? I'm not dying to do so - but I really think I'd get as much outta the conversation (I love to see inside people's brains) as I would the "you know." It'd be someone's daughter.. perhaps someone's mom.. or sister.. wouldn't condemn - but moreso would try to understand... I guess I'm too damn liberal.. if my sibling wanted to do that for a living - I'd want them to be happy.
Never done the DC thing - and would like to. Cruise ship - yes - but gimme a short one - not certain I could go without seeing trees for that long..
Gimme a president and Congress that would do all poss to simply make people happy. There's nothing better than seeing people happy. Employed people don't rob banks. Happy people don't use guns/knives on others.
I'd liketa be able to have only the cigarettes that really really taste good. (Versus -oops, my hands empty, better have another.) Speakinowhich - I'm probably boring the hell outta ya. Shit - you may sleep until 2017 after that one.
May your eyeballs see good things - may you rejoice in the happiness of a small child - and pray that he maintains that happiness and outlook forever and ever. May a good thing happen to you today - and - may you do a good thing for another. (Victor, that was sooo sappy.. why don't you get a collection plate and pass it from keyboard to keyboard.).. Oh yeah, I'd like to reseal the can that talkback jumped outta. Guess it's too late. Like "Chuckie's mom" said - "ya can't put him back in."
Sianara... Hasta la vista baby.. seeya later... afterwhile... muahhhhh!... by Henry Gibson. So long, farewell.. alright-already, I'm gone. Victurd.
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