Pete and RePete……

Hello hello. Is there an echo in here?

I'm noticing, I’ve noticed, sometimes life repeats itself, repeats itself. Enough Victor, the hell do you mean?

Well… remember “checkenginelight”? How could we forget, No “P” in the “PRNDL”.. Part of left front fender gone.. leak in radiator, hadta leave heat on (even in 100 degree weather).. headliner falling down, bright lights didn’t work. OK OK, yes. THAT car.

Well.. ma HOT….. ROD…. LINCOLN… “windshield washer fluid low.. check ride control.. “ GD driver’s side window won’t stay down.. Power steering out/gone (I try to see the positive and that I’m getting a workout when turning – man do my arms hurt.).. and now, thanks to some yeahwho who didn’t pull onta the highway when he shoulda – the front end has been redecorated. (both headlights smashed out.. I have halfa grill.. the right turn signal box, approx 4” by 4” is hung by a string [the electrical wire] and just kinda hangs there. Pete and RePete.

Remember whatshername? Which one? EXACTLY my point. The first, well, at least she announced it “Victor… I’m attracted to people at work.” Ok, eh, it’s cool, that ‘til death do us part’ was kinda said in jest anyways – go havea life and have some fun. Then, there was the lady that tookoff on the Harley. Pete and RePete.

Brown cats. Had Muppet and Dylan. (Named after Bob, not my idea, RePete’s idea.) Brown/black/white Maine Coon cats. Hella cool, got hella old – eventually went to the cathouse in the sky… Now have Jackson and Figaro. Brown/black/white – one’s a Maine Coon, the other is crosseyed tabby, nonetheless Pete and RePete. A blessing. A blessing. Did I already say that?

Toeheads. Had one “Free Agent”… ok, stepson. Blonde, good lookin’ kid.. Hung around for twenty or so years. We setup army guys, played catch, coached all his crap, that stuff. Son. Blonde, good lookin’ kid.. Has hung around for twenty or so years. We setup army guys, played catch, coached all his crap, that stuff. Pete and RePete.

Where I work at now. Worked here in the 90’s.. Like it. Left for different opportunity. Back agin’ in 2002’… Hey, I still have the key to the front door! Oops. Pete and RePete.

Whenever I go into the Corner Bar, Mose (barkeep) has a Miller Lite awaiting my plop into the barstool. Pete and RePete.

Victor, you’re getting old, have you ever noticed how much you repeat yourself here? I rest my case, Pete and RePete.

Buddya mine continually RePete’s the phrase “SEX, DRUGS, ROCK N ROLL.” I ain’t inta drugs – but it’s me hope the other stuff RePetes itself one day.

Thanks for your eyeballs, this is a recording. Pete and RePete. Not quite as bad as Bill Murray had it in Ground Hog’s Day – yet a repetitive nature life is I’ve figured out. (Spring-Summer-Fall-Winter… again… and again.. and again.. and I’m thankful.)

It bears RePeting, have a wonderful day, Love Victurd. Love Victurd.