I woke up at 1:30 am this morning to the psychotic piercing screams of "Aaaaaaaagggggghhhh!" "F##k Youuuuu!" "Huh huh huuuh!" "I'm gonna get youuuuuuuuuuuuu!" "Come and get me Aggggh!" and etc. I called Park Dispatch, as did many other folks. We are used to the coyotes (and the occasional intoxicated resident en route home) hootin' and hollering in our woods but not some schizo or drugged out violent wacko. It's just not that kind of neighborhood. The Fuzz came and took him away to jail. Ha ha ha!
Oops! I forgot to form a Dead Milkmen cover band, write articles about counter culture, and open a coffee shop/art studio. Here is what I am doing about it.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
The Other Day..
Park folks tend to move on up, on and out in a frequent fashion. It's hard to be a settled Gypsy. My good friend, Doctor Nez, is known to end many tales with, "...such is the lonely Ranger life." I must say it is worth it every day, over and over, and gives me (after occasional tears) that much more to laugh about. Example:
I woke up early and refreshed from a full nights sleep, went to work, got Carbon Monoxide poisoning, went home, went out to catch a Sox game which was preempted for the Stanley Cup, and got dumped for the state of Main.
Life is flippin hilarious and I love it!
I woke up early and refreshed from a full nights sleep, went to work, got Carbon Monoxide poisoning, went home, went out to catch a Sox game which was preempted for the Stanley Cup, and got dumped for the state of Main.
Life is flippin hilarious and I love it!
Paul Bunyan's Campsite?
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