
Dump day is very popular here, it only happens once a year, you can take all you can get on a load for ten bucks that goes to the food bank. Ironic that it’s on Sundays, won’t be as many in churches today, it’s a good thing. Get in line, check out others loads, maybe grab a few things, bullshit with others and drink coffee, go piss in the woods, it’s all good. The metals are on the top, they go to a recycling pile. This place still doesn’t look like Martha Stewart was here, but fuck her. Someone should screw that woman, any takers?
It’s good to be optimistic and say that America isn’t going to hell, but it’s stupid to not do some planing and be prepared for hard times.
I went to Helen’s yesterday and it went something like this. “I need your ash shovel, I need to shovel some asses.” She giggles and says something about shoveling asses then says, “Don’t forget to clean it before you bring it back.” “Don’t forget to lecture me.” “Well get out of here before I think of something else.” She has a great sense of humor and has known me for years and understands me and thinks I’m the most interesting man she has ever met.
Random thought…. When the going gets tough the tough get naked.
Tomorrow I’m posting a poem, or maybe it’s a song. Some will think it’s raunchy, others will love it, whatever. Opinions always vary, the spirits have always been raunchy.
I guess it’s time to also toss one of my work coats as much as I hate to toss my clothes that seem to have become a part of me. And someday maybe I should fix that dent in the door of the truck, it was there when I got it.
Hey, have a great day, simply and peacefully, hugs…. BBC



















