Such the completionist I am. I need to just sit down and write this as an actual complete story instead of trying to blog a story.
Anyway... question of the day (and most likely month since I don't seem to use this blog anymore):
If you are in your mid to late 30s, and you still go out every weekend with the expressed intention of 'getting wasted', should you look at your life and realize maybe you aren't as happy as you like to think you are?
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Monday, November 30, 2009
day 1, part 5
My watch says 6:05 PM.
The garage is still and dark. I can hear neighbors in the street talking, trying to figure out what just happened.
The flashlight battery is freshly charged, so the light is bright and fills the garage. I work my way around the wedding stuff and pull the emergency release cord on the garage door opener. The door is heavy and difficult to lift, but once moving, it easily slides to the top of the track.
The air seems to vibrate with a dull hum. About 20 people mill around in the street and yards nearby, trying to get a view of the sky. I go back in the garage, grab my ladder and lean it against the front of the house.
There was definitely an explosion. I can see a huge plume of black smoke and flames that must be over 100 feet tall. It looks to be somewhere along I-35, probably near 38th Street. I can’t tell if it is on the East or West side of 35.
It doesn’t look like a building fire… more like a jet flame. I think I can hear the roar.
Maybe a gas line?
“We still have a downtown?”
Tom startles me and I have to sit quickly to keep from falling off the roof.
Tom lives across the street with his wife. I don’t typically socialize with my neighbors, but he and I have had a few conversations about the yard and house upgrades.
“Looks like a gas line blew somewhere along 35. Come take a look.”
I wave him up the ladder.
“Jesus.”
We are both hypnotized by the flame and smoke.
My watch says 6:15.
The garage is still and dark. I can hear neighbors in the street talking, trying to figure out what just happened.
The flashlight battery is freshly charged, so the light is bright and fills the garage. I work my way around the wedding stuff and pull the emergency release cord on the garage door opener. The door is heavy and difficult to lift, but once moving, it easily slides to the top of the track.
The air seems to vibrate with a dull hum. About 20 people mill around in the street and yards nearby, trying to get a view of the sky. I go back in the garage, grab my ladder and lean it against the front of the house.
There was definitely an explosion. I can see a huge plume of black smoke and flames that must be over 100 feet tall. It looks to be somewhere along I-35, probably near 38th Street. I can’t tell if it is on the East or West side of 35.
It doesn’t look like a building fire… more like a jet flame. I think I can hear the roar.
Maybe a gas line?
“We still have a downtown?”
Tom startles me and I have to sit quickly to keep from falling off the roof.
Tom lives across the street with his wife. I don’t typically socialize with my neighbors, but he and I have had a few conversations about the yard and house upgrades.
“Looks like a gas line blew somewhere along 35. Come take a look.”
I wave him up the ladder.
“Jesus.”
We are both hypnotized by the flame and smoke.
My watch says 6:15.
day 1, part 4
Trish isn’t home yet, but I chalk that up to the ongoing traffic problems. Check my phone, but still no signal. Hopefully she’s alright.
The cat is wound up… running and jumping around the house like he is chasing bugs. Gives me a needed laugh as I head out back to check on the dog.
“Babu?”
I see her head peek around the gate of her pin.
“Come on, kiddo. Let’s get you some fresh water.”
She cautiously walks across the yard; tail tucked, eyes locked on me.
“What’s the problem, pup?”
I squat to her level and start to scratch her ears. She immediately relaxes and pushes herself closer to me.
She knows something is off today; should have paid attention before I left the house.
My watch says 5:57 PM.
“Let’s go inside and get you some food”
I dump her water bowl into the yard and head for the door.
I don’t know how to explain the noise… I remember as a kid there was an explosion at (I think) a refinery that could be heard for miles around Longview. Our house was 15 or so miles outside of town, but I remember my mother or father saying that they thought the chimney had fallen. It was a single BOOM similar to the sound of a sonic boom; only much, much louder.
It lasts all of a second, but I feel the sound pressure in my chest as the air pushes out of my lungs. My ears immediately begin to ring and my eyes begin to water. The windows on the porch and kitchen shatter in their frames.
I stumble to the ground, gasping for air. It’s like the world has gone silent and still. My head swims as I try to comprehend what just happened. I can faintly hear the dog barking; sounds like she is miles away. Shake my head to clear the cobwebs.
What the hell?
The dog has gone nuts; sprinting around the yard, just barking.
“BABU! INSIDE! NOW!”
I pull fresh air into my lungs and fight off the urge to panic.
I pull open the back door and shove her inside. The slamming door causes the remaining glass in the back window to fall out of the frame into her kennel.
“Babu, go to your mat.”
I point to her padded mat made of egg crate foam.
She slinks over and lies down. She looks calmer, but her eyes are still wild and she is shaking. Her kennel is closed and latched, so I’ll worry about the glass later. I grab a chair from the table and lay it on its side in front of the bigger pieces along the back wall.
“Yaji?”
I look around for the cat.
He’s in the corner of the back guest bedroom under the bed, and refuses to come out. He’ll be fine for now. I’ll get some treats and see if I can’t coax him out in a bit.
The cat is wound up… running and jumping around the house like he is chasing bugs. Gives me a needed laugh as I head out back to check on the dog.
“Babu?”
I see her head peek around the gate of her pin.
“Come on, kiddo. Let’s get you some fresh water.”
She cautiously walks across the yard; tail tucked, eyes locked on me.
“What’s the problem, pup?”
I squat to her level and start to scratch her ears. She immediately relaxes and pushes herself closer to me.
She knows something is off today; should have paid attention before I left the house.
My watch says 5:57 PM.
“Let’s go inside and get you some food”
I dump her water bowl into the yard and head for the door.
I don’t know how to explain the noise… I remember as a kid there was an explosion at (I think) a refinery that could be heard for miles around Longview. Our house was 15 or so miles outside of town, but I remember my mother or father saying that they thought the chimney had fallen. It was a single BOOM similar to the sound of a sonic boom; only much, much louder.
It lasts all of a second, but I feel the sound pressure in my chest as the air pushes out of my lungs. My ears immediately begin to ring and my eyes begin to water. The windows on the porch and kitchen shatter in their frames.
I stumble to the ground, gasping for air. It’s like the world has gone silent and still. My head swims as I try to comprehend what just happened. I can faintly hear the dog barking; sounds like she is miles away. Shake my head to clear the cobwebs.
What the hell?
The dog has gone nuts; sprinting around the yard, just barking.
“BABU! INSIDE! NOW!”
I pull fresh air into my lungs and fight off the urge to panic.
I pull open the back door and shove her inside. The slamming door causes the remaining glass in the back window to fall out of the frame into her kennel.
“Babu, go to your mat.”
I point to her padded mat made of egg crate foam.
She slinks over and lies down. She looks calmer, but her eyes are still wild and she is shaking. Her kennel is closed and latched, so I’ll worry about the glass later. I grab a chair from the table and lay it on its side in front of the bigger pieces along the back wall.
“Yaji?”
I look around for the cat.
He’s in the corner of the back guest bedroom under the bed, and refuses to come out. He’ll be fine for now. I’ll get some treats and see if I can’t coax him out in a bit.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
day 1, part 3
My watch says 3:00 PM.
People are apparently not panicking yet. Target is busy, but not out of essentials. I buy 20 one gallon jugs of water, about 30 cans of vegetables and 10 loaves of bread. The dude at the check-out counter imprints my card and I head out towards the car.
Military convoy headed south on 35.
Are they moving troops from Ft Hood?
Paranoia setting in … military vehicles blocking the roads, the capital building cordoned off, almost a full day of no electricity in the city, no cell service… this may only be short term, but I do not want to be caught with an empty house. Worst comes, I have extra vegetables and water when everything normalizes.
I stop by Academy on the way home and pick up some propane canisters for the Coleman stove and charcoal for the grill. The store is surprisingly slow.
Maybe gas is back on…
My watch says 5:45 PM.
Finally home. No electricity, but the alarm is still kicking. The house is pushing 95 degrees inside.
Fucking Texas summers. Great time for this.
People are apparently not panicking yet. Target is busy, but not out of essentials. I buy 20 one gallon jugs of water, about 30 cans of vegetables and 10 loaves of bread. The dude at the check-out counter imprints my card and I head out towards the car.
Military convoy headed south on 35.
Are they moving troops from Ft Hood?
Paranoia setting in … military vehicles blocking the roads, the capital building cordoned off, almost a full day of no electricity in the city, no cell service… this may only be short term, but I do not want to be caught with an empty house. Worst comes, I have extra vegetables and water when everything normalizes.
I stop by Academy on the way home and pick up some propane canisters for the Coleman stove and charcoal for the grill. The store is surprisingly slow.
Maybe gas is back on…
My watch says 5:45 PM.
Finally home. No electricity, but the alarm is still kicking. The house is pushing 95 degrees inside.
Fucking Texas summers. Great time for this.
Monday, July 6, 2009
day 1, part 2
This has not been a good day. Hot morning, no electricity, no hot water, no cell, traffic, but at least I get the rest of the day off.
My watch says 12:45 PM.
Only in the office for about fifteen minutes, and the car is already hot. I crank up the a/c and think about the house. Currently running in the mid 90s and getting hotter. I need a fan... maybe three.
360 south is backed up as far as I can see. Not waiting through this again, I take the emergency turn around and head north. Traffic isn't much better, but it is moving.
People are not happy. Between Lost Creek and Bee Cave, people on the southbound side of the road are out of their cars yelling at each other. Can't blame them, this is pretty fucked.
I turn onto Bee Cave and slowly work my way back towards the city.
Still need a beer. I'm stopping at the first bar I see. They must be giving everything away cheap since the electricity is out. I cut down Westlake thinking Hula Hut.
Westlake Dr. is not too bad at first, but the backup starts again leading up to the gas station at Red Bud Trail.
No electricity, no pumps folks. Get moving.
Glad I filled up yesterday.
My watch says 1:30 PM.
Hula Hut is closed.
Damn
I head down Enfield towards Mopac. Gotta stop by Home Depot or Target, but I have no cash. Hopefully they have trained their folks on the old credit card imprint machines.
Finally make it to the Enfield/Mopac intersection and notice a Humvee blocking the on-ramp. Not a Westlake soccer mom Hummer, but a full amphibious, military model. Southbound ramp is fine, but two soldiers are keeping folks off the northbound side.
What the fuck?
I continue across town and there's another at 15th and Lavaca forcing everyone to turn north. At least it's in the right direction.
Something big has happened.
My watch says 12:45 PM.
Only in the office for about fifteen minutes, and the car is already hot. I crank up the a/c and think about the house. Currently running in the mid 90s and getting hotter. I need a fan... maybe three.
360 south is backed up as far as I can see. Not waiting through this again, I take the emergency turn around and head north. Traffic isn't much better, but it is moving.
People are not happy. Between Lost Creek and Bee Cave, people on the southbound side of the road are out of their cars yelling at each other. Can't blame them, this is pretty fucked.
I turn onto Bee Cave and slowly work my way back towards the city.
Still need a beer. I'm stopping at the first bar I see. They must be giving everything away cheap since the electricity is out. I cut down Westlake thinking Hula Hut.
Westlake Dr. is not too bad at first, but the backup starts again leading up to the gas station at Red Bud Trail.
No electricity, no pumps folks. Get moving.
Glad I filled up yesterday.
My watch says 1:30 PM.
Hula Hut is closed.
Damn
I head down Enfield towards Mopac. Gotta stop by Home Depot or Target, but I have no cash. Hopefully they have trained their folks on the old credit card imprint machines.
Finally make it to the Enfield/Mopac intersection and notice a Humvee blocking the on-ramp. Not a Westlake soccer mom Hummer, but a full amphibious, military model. Southbound ramp is fine, but two soldiers are keeping folks off the northbound side.
What the fuck?
I continue across town and there's another at 15th and Lavaca forcing everyone to turn north. At least it's in the right direction.
Something big has happened.
Friday, July 3, 2009
day 1, part 1
Woke up late this morning; no electricity. Fuckin' hot. Don't think there was a storm, but I sleep pretty heavy. Could hear the dog in the living room whining...
"What time is it?"
Trish grunts and rolls over.
I roll out of bed, and stumble to the living room.
"Mornin', pup. Need to pee?"
Babu dances in her kennel; her answer is obviously, "Yes you stupid bastard!"
Check the phone for the time, but the network is down. Weird, I thought these things had internal clocks. Grab my watch... "9:30! Holy shit it's late! C'mon dog; outside."
"What time is it?!?"
Trish is up.
I turn off the house alarm (supposed to have weeks of power on battery backup) and shove the dog out back. No time to hang out with her before the shower.
No hot water says there's either a problem with the water heater or the gas is out along with the electricity and cell network. What the hell? Wash quick, brush teeth, brush hair, pants, shirt, socks, shoes, keys. Trish is already gone, so I set the alarm and head for the front door.
Dog. Water for the dog.
Deactivate alarm, leave water for Babu on back porch. She's cowering in her hole by the faucet; tail tucked, legs shaking.
"What's the problem, dummy? C'mere."
She is scared to death, and wants nothing to do with me.
My watch says 10 AM.
"I'm sorry, kid, but I don't have time this morning. I'll see you this afternoon."
Lock the door, reset alarm, head for car. Plants need water; why is it already so hot? Another job for this afternoon. Gotta get to work.
Start the car and plug in my satellite receiver. No signal. Check terrestrial radio. No signal. What is going on? Flip to CD (RJD2's alright; only CD in the car), and get moving.
I hit the first bit of traffic trying to turn from Pampa onto Airport. The lights at Airport/Guadalupe and Airport/Lamar are out.
Fuckin' A, great! At least they aren't testing the trains
10 minutes to get across Airport and onto Guadalupe. Turn onto Brentwood to connect with Lamar. This light is out too.
Shouldn't there be cops out or something; directing traffic?
I cut across Lamar on Brentwood into the Crestview/Brentwood neighborhood. Turn onto Arroyo Seco to connect with Koenig. I can see the traffic backed up on Koenig as I come around the curve at Alegria.
"Shit." Looks like everyone else overslept as well.
I cut down Palo Duro to get me closer to Burnet. As I turn onto Koenig, I see that the Koenig/Burnet light is out too. At least this one has a cop directing traffic.
30 minutes after leaving the house, and I finally cross Burnet. And the story is the same all the way to Mopac.
Where are all these people coming from? Why can't they just get out of my damn way?
There's a massive wreck at the Mopac/Koenig intersection, closing the on-ramp. No lights here either. As far as I can tell, 4 cars; one upside down, one crushed into the bridge support, two follow ups. Someone died here. Likely multiple someones.
I should go home. This is just not worth it.
I check the phone again; still no network. Can't call work, can't call Trish, can't get out of traffic...
I'm going to murder someone today.
I take the backroads to get over to Westlake. Traffic sucks the whole way, all traffic lights out, but I finally make it to the office.
My watch says 12:30 PM.
I'm met at the door by security.
"No electricity today. You're welcome to take the stairs, but no electricity means no A/C."
"Great. I just need to talk with my boss. Will the doors open since our badges can't be read?"
"Got 'em all already propped open. Trying our best to circulate some air, but Texas heat and all..."
"Thanks."
I climb to the third floor and look for the boss.
There's no one here. Fuck this.
I climb down and head back to the car. I just want a beer.
"What time is it?"
Trish grunts and rolls over.
I roll out of bed, and stumble to the living room.
"Mornin', pup. Need to pee?"
Babu dances in her kennel; her answer is obviously, "Yes you stupid bastard!"
Check the phone for the time, but the network is down. Weird, I thought these things had internal clocks. Grab my watch... "9:30! Holy shit it's late! C'mon dog; outside."
"What time is it?!?"
Trish is up.
I turn off the house alarm (supposed to have weeks of power on battery backup) and shove the dog out back. No time to hang out with her before the shower.
No hot water says there's either a problem with the water heater or the gas is out along with the electricity and cell network. What the hell? Wash quick, brush teeth, brush hair, pants, shirt, socks, shoes, keys. Trish is already gone, so I set the alarm and head for the front door.
Dog. Water for the dog.
Deactivate alarm, leave water for Babu on back porch. She's cowering in her hole by the faucet; tail tucked, legs shaking.
"What's the problem, dummy? C'mere."
She is scared to death, and wants nothing to do with me.
My watch says 10 AM.
"I'm sorry, kid, but I don't have time this morning. I'll see you this afternoon."
Lock the door, reset alarm, head for car. Plants need water; why is it already so hot? Another job for this afternoon. Gotta get to work.
Start the car and plug in my satellite receiver. No signal. Check terrestrial radio. No signal. What is going on? Flip to CD (RJD2's alright; only CD in the car), and get moving.
I hit the first bit of traffic trying to turn from Pampa onto Airport. The lights at Airport/Guadalupe and Airport/Lamar are out.
Fuckin' A, great! At least they aren't testing the trains
10 minutes to get across Airport and onto Guadalupe. Turn onto Brentwood to connect with Lamar. This light is out too.
Shouldn't there be cops out or something; directing traffic?
I cut across Lamar on Brentwood into the Crestview/Brentwood neighborhood. Turn onto Arroyo Seco to connect with Koenig. I can see the traffic backed up on Koenig as I come around the curve at Alegria.
"Shit." Looks like everyone else overslept as well.
I cut down Palo Duro to get me closer to Burnet. As I turn onto Koenig, I see that the Koenig/Burnet light is out too. At least this one has a cop directing traffic.
30 minutes after leaving the house, and I finally cross Burnet. And the story is the same all the way to Mopac.
Where are all these people coming from? Why can't they just get out of my damn way?
There's a massive wreck at the Mopac/Koenig intersection, closing the on-ramp. No lights here either. As far as I can tell, 4 cars; one upside down, one crushed into the bridge support, two follow ups. Someone died here. Likely multiple someones.
I should go home. This is just not worth it.
I check the phone again; still no network. Can't call work, can't call Trish, can't get out of traffic...
I'm going to murder someone today.
I take the backroads to get over to Westlake. Traffic sucks the whole way, all traffic lights out, but I finally make it to the office.
My watch says 12:30 PM.
I'm met at the door by security.
"No electricity today. You're welcome to take the stairs, but no electricity means no A/C."
"Great. I just need to talk with my boss. Will the doors open since our badges can't be read?"
"Got 'em all already propped open. Trying our best to circulate some air, but Texas heat and all..."
"Thanks."
I climb to the third floor and look for the boss.
There's no one here. Fuck this.
I climb down and head back to the car. I just want a beer.
again with the beginning of the begin
the following is obviously fake. You are all alive and know that nothing like this has happened. You may ask, if there is no electricity, or if he is living in his car, how is he blogging? Well, you're stupid. Stop thinking about the how and just let me write. I swear, you are always judging me.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
the chase begins
After further review; it has been determined that while the idea was good, the execution was poor.
Similar but different is the future of the story.
Similar but different is the future of the story.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
wipe on histamie blocker
Two years later and still in the walls?
Need to review and consolidate posts before starting again. What's that saying about catching lightning twice striking the same bottle?
Something like that.
Need to review and consolidate posts before starting again. What's that saying about catching lightning twice striking the same bottle?
Something like that.
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
tossing metal coffins
I woke up to light and silence for the first time in I don't know how long. I'm in a small room with a hard backed chair, a dim lamp and a computer. I don't know where I am or who has me, but I am glad to see light again. I'm guessing it is the 5th or 6th of January. I've been held for 5 or 6 days now with no light; loud, non-stop metallic scraping... jarring me to the bone. The 'room' felt to be about 6 feet wide and 5 feet tall... freezing cold. No blanket, no bed, I couldn't stand, I couldn't sleep. A small door would open near the corner for someone to toss in a piece of bread and a bowl of water every so often. I could hear people talking, but the metal scraping kept me from hearing what they had to say.
I never thought a room tall enough for me to stand in with a chair, lamp and computer would make me so happy. And the silence. How I have wanted silence. Beautiful. I still don't know where I am, I don't know why I'm here, and I don't know when I get to leave, but this is so much better than it was. I can see where the wires come into the room for this computer... maybe I can make the hole bigger. The room seems to be made out of metal as well, but banging on the wall gives a deep hollow sound. I don't think the walls are thick at all. Hopefully there is something on the other side.
If you are reading this, I hope I can find a way out of here. I want to tell you how to find me, but I don't remember anything past leaving the New Years party. A good night apparently didn't end well. Going to try to make a bigger hole. More later if this thing isn't disconnected.
I never thought a room tall enough for me to stand in with a chair, lamp and computer would make me so happy. And the silence. How I have wanted silence. Beautiful. I still don't know where I am, I don't know why I'm here, and I don't know when I get to leave, but this is so much better than it was. I can see where the wires come into the room for this computer... maybe I can make the hole bigger. The room seems to be made out of metal as well, but banging on the wall gives a deep hollow sound. I don't think the walls are thick at all. Hopefully there is something on the other side.
If you are reading this, I hope I can find a way out of here. I want to tell you how to find me, but I don't remember anything past leaving the New Years party. A good night apparently didn't end well. Going to try to make a bigger hole. More later if this thing isn't disconnected.
Friday, December 29, 2006
what we had in paris
Decided to leave work early today so I could get the dog in out of the rain. Get to spend a little extra time online here at the house, but I would do that anyway. So I'll sit on the couch watching What I Like About You (is it me, or does this girl have a freaky big head?) or My Super Ex-Girlfriend, waiting for that one email from the ofice that will set me off. I'm so excited.
The poor dog was wet and covered in mud when I got home... she apparently hasn't figured out that half of her pin is covered. So, she got a nice rub down and her feet scrubbed. Immediately she ran for the back door (her pin is on the side of the house), ready to run around in the big yard. The rain had slowed, so I figured it wouldn't be a big deal. I let her out to find the chairs on the porch overturned in the middle of the yard. Love windy, rainy days.
But, all of the junk from the shed was gone. I walked over and tried the door... unlocked. Opened the door and everything was back exactly where it was prior to finding it on the lawn... even the shelves were back on the wall. No sign of the sheet or lantern, but the box was sitting on top of the desk.
It is a fairly non-descript box. Pine with small grooves carved around the top and a lock on the side. The key. I can't tell where the box ends and the lid begins. What does this lock open? I gotta get the key.
The poor dog was wet and covered in mud when I got home... she apparently hasn't figured out that half of her pin is covered. So, she got a nice rub down and her feet scrubbed. Immediately she ran for the back door (her pin is on the side of the house), ready to run around in the big yard. The rain had slowed, so I figured it wouldn't be a big deal. I let her out to find the chairs on the porch overturned in the middle of the yard. Love windy, rainy days.
But, all of the junk from the shed was gone. I walked over and tried the door... unlocked. Opened the door and everything was back exactly where it was prior to finding it on the lawn... even the shelves were back on the wall. No sign of the sheet or lantern, but the box was sitting on top of the desk.
It is a fairly non-descript box. Pine with small grooves carved around the top and a lock on the side. The key. I can't tell where the box ends and the lid begins. What does this lock open? I gotta get the key.
green grid on a white background
Apparently someone has decided to declare one of my sheds as their own. I came home last night to find the contents of my metal shed on the lawn and the door to the shed locked. Didn't keep anything in there; just an old chair, a desk and some wood used at one time for shelving (some of which was still attached to the wall prior to this removal). I don't have a key, but looked through the windows to see if anything was left inside.
It was completely empty except for a sheet, an old kerosene lantern and a small wooden box. I don't know who put this in there, or how someone has a key to the shed, but I don't like it at all. I'll be watching for the next few days to see if anyone tries to come into the yard for a nap.
It was completely empty except for a sheet, an old kerosene lantern and a small wooden box. I don't know who put this in there, or how someone has a key to the shed, but I don't like it at all. I'll be watching for the next few days to see if anyone tries to come into the yard for a nap.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
leaves falling on file cabinets
Do you ever feel like you are stuck in the middle of something and can't break free? I've got that feeling right now, and I really do hope it all works out for the best.
Monday, December 25, 2006
skeletor and dr pepper commercials
Are you kidding me? This scares the hell out of me.
Celine Dion and Anastasia cover AC/DC's All Night Long
Sorry, but I will not post the video on this blog. I will point you in the right direction if you would like to enjoy your own slight version of Hostel, but no posting of this on the blog itself.
(Thank you Josh Marshall for pointing this out)
Celine Dion and Anastasia cover AC/DC's All Night Long
Sorry, but I will not post the video on this blog. I will point you in the right direction if you would like to enjoy your own slight version of Hostel, but no posting of this on the blog itself.
(Thank you Josh Marshall for pointing this out)
not feeling so good
The Godfather of Soul has passed
As weird as it may sound, I wanted to be James Brown when I was in Middle School. He was and will always be a bad-ass.
Man's World
I Feel Good
Sex Machine (check out the porn stache!)
As weird as it may sound, I wanted to be James Brown when I was in Middle School. He was and will always be a bad-ass.
Man's World
I Feel Good
Sex Machine (check out the porn stache!)
Sunday, December 24, 2006
i work hard for my things
So I left town for a couple of days without checking out the envelope. Just a trip to dallas for an overnight with the family. It was nice. A couple good gifts and a little time with the people I love. Didn't even think about what was hanging on my door... until I got back home.
I saw that little white rectangle with complete dread. Decided to avoid it until I got the dog inside and the car unpacked. My dog hates going for car rides; what with the getting horribly sick and all. I took her out and walked her around to help get her legs back. She really just wanted to go inside and drink a gallon or so of water. Poor kid.
We walk back into the garage and through the kitchen door. Nothing looked out of place... at first. I was too concerned with getting the dog some water and dropping the backpack that I didn't notice the sheet of paper on the television screen. I went to the back of the house and switched on the computer to check my email. Nothing. The thought of the envelope on the door hit me. Gotta go check it out.
As I walked through the living room, I finally saw the paper.
What the fuck? Ran a mental check on who has keys to my house... only Todd. The house isn't outrageously cold, don't think there are any broken windows; the doors are all still locked... it could only be Todd. Why was he here, and why didn't he take the envelope off the door? huh, maybe he took a couple movies.
It wasn't from Todd. There was nothing special about the paper... just a generic piece of white printing paper. Again, there was something written... 'envelope' at the top and 'New Years Day' at the bottom. Some weird-ass shit is going on here. I can feel the paranoia growing... someone has been inside my house. Someone has been inside my house without breaking in. I look at the envelope and move to unlock the door.
This isn't just some piece of paper folded up. There is something in this envelope causing a bulge in the lower corner... I tap it... it's soft. I do not like where this is going. I slowly break the seal and look inside.
Thank G-d! It is not a fingertip or thumb. My stomach knots loosen a little. Just a key ring. One key attached to some kind of rounded plastic tube... almost like an oversized pill, thicker at one end than the other. Wait... a key? Too small for a door. Where does this go and what does it have to do with New Years Day? I am so lost right now. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
I saw that little white rectangle with complete dread. Decided to avoid it until I got the dog inside and the car unpacked. My dog hates going for car rides; what with the getting horribly sick and all. I took her out and walked her around to help get her legs back. She really just wanted to go inside and drink a gallon or so of water. Poor kid.
We walk back into the garage and through the kitchen door. Nothing looked out of place... at first. I was too concerned with getting the dog some water and dropping the backpack that I didn't notice the sheet of paper on the television screen. I went to the back of the house and switched on the computer to check my email. Nothing. The thought of the envelope on the door hit me. Gotta go check it out.
As I walked through the living room, I finally saw the paper.
What the fuck? Ran a mental check on who has keys to my house... only Todd. The house isn't outrageously cold, don't think there are any broken windows; the doors are all still locked... it could only be Todd. Why was he here, and why didn't he take the envelope off the door? huh, maybe he took a couple movies.
It wasn't from Todd. There was nothing special about the paper... just a generic piece of white printing paper. Again, there was something written... 'envelope' at the top and 'New Years Day' at the bottom. Some weird-ass shit is going on here. I can feel the paranoia growing... someone has been inside my house. Someone has been inside my house without breaking in. I look at the envelope and move to unlock the door.
This isn't just some piece of paper folded up. There is something in this envelope causing a bulge in the lower corner... I tap it... it's soft. I do not like where this is going. I slowly break the seal and look inside.
Thank G-d! It is not a fingertip or thumb. My stomach knots loosen a little. Just a key ring. One key attached to some kind of rounded plastic tube... almost like an oversized pill, thicker at one end than the other. Wait... a key? Too small for a door. Where does this go and what does it have to do with New Years Day? I am so lost right now. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
Friday, December 22, 2006
threatening other doors
There was an envelope on my front door when I left this morning. I didn't check it out.
I wonder what my witness/accuser has to say this time. I'm a little afraid of what might be in the envelope. A small note I can handle, but a finger or something...?
I wonder what my witness/accuser has to say this time. I'm a little afraid of what might be in the envelope. A small note I can handle, but a finger or something...?
Thursday, December 21, 2006
finding body parts on the lawn
So I started the day like most others. Blaring alarm, sticky eyes, slight headache. Grab my robe and let the dog out. Sit out on the porch for a few minutes smoking a cigarette, watching the dog run from side to side.
Back inside to check the email and hop in the shower... wondering how anyone showers before they go to bed. Doesn't matter. 10 minutes, in and out. Put on the same clothes from last Thursday and head for the door.
Crap, the dog. Grab some food and water and put the kid in her pin for the day. Lucky bitch. All day to just bum around and do nothing. G-d she must get bored.
Grab my lunch and head out into the garage. Gotta take the garbage to the curb... damn this thing stinks. Halfway out, I see it.
What the hell is that thing?
It's not every day I see a random arm on my lawn. An arm? Where would an arm come from? Is it from some christmas menagerie from down the street? wha.. is it real? Holy shit! that is a fucking real arm! Damnit! I don't want to clean up someone's arm. The trash can is close...
No unusual cars on the street, too early for anyone to be out... I grab a trash bag and toss it in the can. Put the can out at the street and go on with my day. Why didn't I call the police? I don't really know. I just didn't want to deal with it.
Nothing happened for the rest of the day... at least nothing worth mentioning (except for the earlier post about shooting me, but I've since explained that). I get home at dusk, and notice a note on the door. Figured it was from FedEx or UPS or something. I don't exactly rush to go pick it up. Thought the plants needed some water, got the mail, took the trash can in (empty, no issue). Finally made it to the door to get the note... not UPS or FedEx, just a small piece of white paper taped to the front door. Something written inside.
"Witness"
The crappy Harrison Ford/Kelly McGillis Amish movie? I don't think so. Someone saw something. I don't really know what to do about that. I mean, I just found the arm, I didn't put it there. What can they really do? Or, do they assume I was a witness to something else?
I guess I'll find out over the next few days.
Back inside to check the email and hop in the shower... wondering how anyone showers before they go to bed. Doesn't matter. 10 minutes, in and out. Put on the same clothes from last Thursday and head for the door.
Crap, the dog. Grab some food and water and put the kid in her pin for the day. Lucky bitch. All day to just bum around and do nothing. G-d she must get bored.
Grab my lunch and head out into the garage. Gotta take the garbage to the curb... damn this thing stinks. Halfway out, I see it.
What the hell is that thing?
It's not every day I see a random arm on my lawn. An arm? Where would an arm come from? Is it from some christmas menagerie from down the street? wha.. is it real? Holy shit! that is a fucking real arm! Damnit! I don't want to clean up someone's arm. The trash can is close...
No unusual cars on the street, too early for anyone to be out... I grab a trash bag and toss it in the can. Put the can out at the street and go on with my day. Why didn't I call the police? I don't really know. I just didn't want to deal with it.
Nothing happened for the rest of the day... at least nothing worth mentioning (except for the earlier post about shooting me, but I've since explained that). I get home at dusk, and notice a note on the door. Figured it was from FedEx or UPS or something. I don't exactly rush to go pick it up. Thought the plants needed some water, got the mail, took the trash can in (empty, no issue). Finally made it to the door to get the note... not UPS or FedEx, just a small piece of white paper taped to the front door. Something written inside.
"Witness"
The crappy Harrison Ford/Kelly McGillis Amish movie? I don't think so. Someone saw something. I don't really know what to do about that. I mean, I just found the arm, I didn't put it there. What can they really do? Or, do they assume I was a witness to something else?
I guess I'll find out over the next few days.
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