Hard to Imagine

 

I am watching the hearings. I am as fucking amazed as everyone else. The Trumpets better wise up, here's the real deal. 

Fuck No. No Fucking Way. We ain't taking this shit from them. No Fuckin' Way.

The fool is finished, now we have to not catch another dose of  that shit, since we have let our republic sink into the mud of politics instead of mimicking the professionals in the Justice Department and the Military, who when the story is all told, saved us from Trump whilst the congress, half of it, was knitting confederate flags in Mississippi just to piss off and hurt Bennie Thompson, who I marched behind, I think, once.

For the rest of the ones I vote in, he is going to get wrote in, replacing Ralph Nader, in every election I can shake my fist at. Yes he will, from here to then, I swear an oath I will, to who I am swearing, I pick.....Sam Sara...because I think I am such a clever little bastard

 One time during another economic slowdown coupled with an incredibly cold and freezing winter in Northern California, I was living on the edge but acting otherwise, supposed to be clean but sneaking around, on what it turned out to be my last real run, well...It wasn't running, it was more like creeping, but I was getting used to it, being semi-legit, I was already a pretty good plumber, but it had been slow as hell, no new work in a year, remodeling a kitchen here, a bathroom there, service and repair.

I had begun to use Buddhist psychology to control myself. I stopped trying and began to do.

But, my entire living situation was good overall, I had been welcomed unconditionally into a fellowship of other people dealing with severe addictions to drugs just like me, I had found out there with and through them, how fucking serious my condition was/is. This is,  it was, like 1984 maybe?

I had a little travel trailer, parked and improved on, I guess you could call it "cozy", rented to me monthly by the best guy I ever met in my life,, a more stand-up guy doesn't exist, I named my son after him. One of the few men I ever knew that I trusted completely, no he was not my "sponsor", just a fucking good guy and friend.

 I caught a gig down in San Rafael and it was ok, but there was trouble with the management, mostly because I don't like management. I try to stay away from them as much as possible, but this guy was on my ass so I quit, and got another job selling parts in a sort of hardware store, that was great, people would come in to buy everything they needed for putting in a new double bowl cast iron Kohler sink or some damn thing they didn't understand and couldn't wait to buy and I would be installing it Sunday, the boss didn't mind, sometimes if you get caught doing rat jobs like that, the customers can come back on the owner, but I'm good and he knew it plus I sold his shit like crazy.

It was all ok until he wanted to manage me,

 adios muchacho.....

So I wound up, ended up, in the Valley of the Moon, Sonoma Valley was all mine from Sonoma to Santa Rosa, I drove around and repaired ruptured water lines and everything else from the freeze in everyone's outbuildings and I showed Nick, the shop apprentice, anything he asked me how to do and he showed me how to run a big snake, for mainlines.. 

I got almost gored by a bull in a barn, he wasn't supposed to be in there, he was though, he was coming for me, the owner whacked it with a baseball bat, complaining about her crazy bull," don't worry, he won't charge you, wait, run ..RUN...jump over to here..".Whack Whack..." you fucking monster get back, out out"  but it wanted to come back so I got her to put it in another pen, it kicked the wall out and ran out to the end of the pasture, ran around a couple of times and bellowed and yelled, then it died. Boom, down it went. I thought someone shot it but nope, it had a stroke or something, what a day. They got a backhoe out and buried him before I left.

In the Sonoma Hills, I learned that the rattlesnakes are under the cool houses all day, along with many of the pipes I needed to fix, black widow spiders, brown recluse ones, none ever bit me because I never killed one either, I found you can work shit out with them by gentle insistence and a long stick, push em around gently, you have to wake them up and they are slow moving in the cool, so you go ahead and talk to them, bang around a little bit and they will go to a neutral corner.

They don't attack. They sleep a lot I bet, they had a look, like I just woke them up....snakey like, those two kinds of spiders don't scurry off worried, they hang in there, hold their spot, so I went around them if I could or I ran them off with gentle yet insistent assistance with a long stick. It was no problem really, I didn't want to hurt them, I could have but I just felt like I was in their way in their spot, so I comported myself accordingly, no swats or swings, gentle poke to wake them up then mostly language, I told them I was going to have a big hot torch lit up under there and they would not like that, take off for two hours and it's all over, like that.....

One night up in the mountains, in the doorway to our "house", I watched for five hours as a spider, a big garden spider, spun a perfect web in the doorway, that spider worked its ass off, with no breaks.

Do that, watch them work, and MAYBE you will think twice, at least, before you smash them.

JUST LOOK EM' IN THE EYE

I was in a company truck, they sent me out with work to do in the morning and paid me on Fridays, and left me pretty much alone. It all worked out but I caught them up and they laid me off.

The Easy Way to Put B.A.R.T.  Under the Bay

An old old service based company in the Sonoma Valley, it went on sale when the two brothers, who were the greatest two guys, great to work for, they wanted to sell the fabulous business that they built from day one, retire, I shoulda bought it but I wasn't sure I was done roaming around and I never wanted an anchor like that yet, no sign appeared for me to do it like with Mose that time when the ocean was in the way.

I would have loved to see the look on Tom's face when I brought him the price in cash if we did it, and we talked about it, a couple of financiers I know, lotta cash, can't spend it all, big problem, hey?? Believe me, they earned every penny, you would kill to get a bud off one of their plants but. you can't. it is sold before it is grown to stingy fucks in LA who know what they got and generally, do not share with their public.....

I think it was Mose, yeah? Opened the Red Sea? Send him over to the Black one today, make some room for the grain barges to feed, who this time is it, Africa, Sudan

Since we could but we don't go get everyone in Somalia that wants to leave and be another nationality, are we bad for not? Just too powerless? We don't want to and I can't alone, it is a dilemma......

I was watching Johnny Depp

Dope Fiends are born, not made. The middle classes puke up a regular supply of amateurs who do not understand what dope even is, different, our minds are, just like one of the Ferrando brothers, great guy, outstanding human being in every way, Tom said to me, "hard to imagine" about having to dodge that fucking beast inside the fence.

If you ain't one it is hard to imagine having a beast like that in you, ready to kick down the gate and go die for fun, so most don't bother, if it ain't there, good for you. clean up and go home, say you're sorry when you mean it, and don't do it again...

 brains are different somehow, what can be different in a world of difference? 

I don't know and, in effect, I seem not able to find it hard to imagine, if I don't or if I do.

They did not have anti-psychotic medicine yet when Joseph Smith, Moses, Jesus, Genghis Khan, David and Goliath, Adolph and Ol' Joe Stalin (he wouldn't have taken his medicine anyway, scared of poison) 

Want to play a game? See who of our inanimate now but not then dignitaries of culture that could have used a big dose of Thorazine and Haldol, you can figure it out easy if you know what to look for from the shrinks that write books for us mortal-minded ones, look for the major advent in the early teens, then magnified and fed by continuing visions, heard voices, discussions in-depth with god, wandering around lost and yelping, if they have three on their resume, they qualify, four is heaven, a personal one but a heaven none the less, occupied only by what they think. We just had one for president, remember? So, now you can see easy for yourself, just what's what in Trumpo World.

say la vee, happy fifth of july