I have been writing on this a couple of different times I sat down so don't try to figure anything out in a linear fashion, One time I could not tell if it was still yesterday or would that be tomorrow but then I found the glasses that I just barely need and looked at the clock and was informed I was lost in time
It is me and Townes Van Zant, We ain't letting the sunshine fool us
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I got a supervisory position this time from our little town when I volunteered yesterday, I was working on cleaning up some of the streets in town with utensils that produce a lot of noise, flying dirt, dust, pesticides, desiccated rubber, and everything else that desiccates, various powdered crap of this and that, the loosest organic dust and vehicular chemicals of all types, it's a state highway right through the front of the town, the main drag, we have a "strip" consisting of the two bars and a restaurant, The Screamin' Chicken where you come out of so full of country food that you will go home and talk about it, then the dreams will begin and.. you gotta have some more of that gravy right now. Country Cookery by a country woman , Hon.
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Now, in New York City they got at least one of everything, somewhere. So, it is no surprise that one of the many varied and talented members of the Fraternity of Memphis, the opening place I believe, of our American soul, the thing that makes us love the fruits of their beings but still refuse to recognize on levels that rise and fall it seems, levels of disrespect and avarice by loving and swiping so much of their culture while trying to give them no credit. the marvels of the Memphis horns and kazoos, the beat was from there and Detroit., most honorable mention of Chicago here,.... the handling of the genre by the likes of Otis Redding, Aretha Franklin, Ike, and Tina Turner yeah..them...and there in NYC, in Spanish Harlem, we got Willy DeVille ..in the same club and on the top line with them was Willie, and like I said before, he could fucking blow... the real deal...
a Puerto Rican, a NuYorIcan, and man could he blow. I said that before...top fucking shelf...and so do his bands.... so that's the play today, .... it's a video...it might give me trouble, it's amazing I have not beat my computer with a bat yet..let me see....do this and then ..alright, we start out with "Gunslinger" or "Cadillac Walk" ....decisions.."Come a Little Bit Closer"
"come a little bit closer.... you're my kind of man..... so big and so strong"
smoking a cigarette in a bar in Germany while he's singing...
another renegade
the guy just cooks though, I do not know any stories, just his music and not enough of that, maybe today I will hear some "lost" stuff he did like this video, I got four Mink DeVille albums in there, deep in there, way back there, all beat to shit is "Savoir Faire"....wore it out but it may be on youtube.......here it is, yep..now I got Bluetooth high motherfuckin ear speakers to get all set up, they are ready to fly.....
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All the roadside dust, me, and a crew of six inmates from the local jail down in Hillsboro, two Deputy Sheriffs, and the mayor were all involved we got hard work in the sun, hot and dirty, and they get out of jail for the day which is priceless if you are in there, nothing beats walking outside the walls and fences anytime you can, even under a gun..
All of the men are from the same "pod" the term I used to hear about the way whales lived in them, pods, I never equated it with jail, but it's "modern times, mon.. jus livin' along"
We send everyone into the town hall for an air-conditioned lunch, lots of peaceable bullshitting.
Pizza, ice tea and peony, all you want., back on the street, everyone leaves their tools where they drop them for a new thing to swing, I get them before they disappear, the tools not the prisoners,, and I got the outhouse on a trailer behind my truck, all of them moving along, up the sidewalks and clearing the weeds and overgrowth from the walkways and street, it was hot. We knocked off at three and then our city mechanic and I went and returned the towed outhouse,
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I am living among a lot of people that trusted Trump, I think they trusted him, I don't know why if you can't count on someone or thing, what about it is it that you can trust? If you take the word of a liar, what do you expect him to do? The hustle didn't bother them at all. Why? Fuck if I know, more like "hey,??why not???" They are afraid of the future, of what is coming along already, the cultural changes they are looking at are not what they want and they picked a man they did not understand, took his word because he says he isn't a politician, but he is... it turns out, a really really crooked one who does not believe in anything but getting over on you, any you, he does not care, he wants to be worshipped and does not care who is prostrated before him as long as something is.
Nothing is secure with a guy like that, he has no way to control himself and he isn't looking for one. They just do what they want. That's the top, no one can say no, everyone wants to know you, that's why he is so transparent, he is formed of plastic wrap and styrofoam with lead feet, no heart, and a sharp mind for the hustle he is always running and, now we find out, preserving for himself, little daily piles of mementos from the nuclear stockpile, he can barely sit still to read so he had the butler and maid help with the new codes every day, over lunch in the lobby.
Thats what I would do, who are they going to tell? Those people don't know anyone. Just leave it to them and the republican congressmen.
Liars keep that kind of shit, they use it to prove they were there, I have a Maserati gas cap on my desk so I can say it used to go to my car back when I was a famous some kind of shit or something, but I do have one, I collect rocks too, I better not find his brain in my collection boxes,probably listed under "big dumb head rocks."
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The agreement is that they work, the city gets some taxes back as the county is now covering labor for us, they bring the guys out in a van, the driver is a deputy sheriff, a nice woman who also would rather be out with the guys, the two cops call the guys by name, not by the names on the backs of their shirts, "Do not run, you could get yelled at for escaping."
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Our cop, the 40-hour-a-week guy that is our cop, works a shovel and a broom right along with us, he runs the crew, our city mechanic leads the parade, grand marshal and we head the caravan anywhere he says.
After three seconds all the guys on the crew knew I was funny. Since I am, they got that I ain't no cop but now the question was, am I cool? Any play to make on the square rookie dude we can play...this is automatic, the friendly openness among criminally inclined is a gambit, your trip is usually so precarious that it could turn on a dime so, who got a dime?
I am hip and I've been around. But, you got to leave me out of the plan, we got work to do...I never said it but they knew I was in the club and that was that. mostly, a little probing, see if I am REALLY cool, like would I drop a joint or a bag next to a guy with a trash picker and a litter bag...and...the answer is...no...I will not. So, we did a good job, it went well, and I made it home without anyone getting in trouble and we cleaned up the park, too. I ain't scared of going back to jail, I am terrified of it, they might get me forever if they get me again
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hey, this is the next time already. I worked with the crew from the jail again yesterday, two new guys, one crazy one, not careful, he is gonna get hurt, he talks to me, he is from Kenya!!! Goddam! No Shit!
If I socialize at all with these guys, I got to be careful not to get them in trouble, they already were from last time, someone had stashed some useless shit that is "contraband" on the work truck and the deputy found it, they disrespected her so she's got her foot down...shit,.... I want no part of this part of this shit... but I get it, I remember. I told her I understood and told them too and no one fucked up. So, that was good. I will probably help them again Monday or Tuesday if they come out again. I hope they are cool and get pizza and Gatorade again, but I am not in charge of that, the cops are. I just make sure they got what they need as they work, tools and water, and the porta potty on a trailer if they go out too far for the park head.
Weird shit for me to be involved. I don't know, I can do it but....shit, if I just make sure of not getting into a mini cop bag like," can you walk with these guys so they can go whatever" is a ploy to get me to cooperate I am a fucking convict at heart for shit s sake, never a trustee never never never...
Our cop wasn't there today. it was Rick and me and one deputy then another deputy dropped by for a while but it was me and the one cop at lunch when she made them eat jail food for fucking up the program, two new guys too, new workers, the miscreants were out, that must really suck, it does suck
is this a job for a Buddhist fuck like me, either yes or no
This is tricky.
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