Termyn8or
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OK I admit it, I did it and I'll do it again, but not today :-)
It was Saturday night and I cut loose. I got drunk. I wake with pain in the left side and on the left side of my head. I know the tunes were up to 400 watts at four in the morning. Chuckie got back in town and brought some homemade moonshine. Not the greatest in the world, it was less than 100 proof so it wouldn't burn, but other than that it worked quite well. The flavor was just how I remember it. A combination of rusty socks and Ford axle grease. Just about right.
Chuckie lubs us, to the point where I am thinking of charging him for tuition. I teach him business, Raccoon teaches him monkey business and Squatch teaches him yet something else, but I can't quite decribe it. We also fuck with his dog. Everybody is scared of Demon, the redbone husky, but not here. Of course he bites, but when we get ahold of that lower jaw and drag him around a bit, he gets the message. He whines just like any other son of a bitch.
Then someone, I think it was Raccoon, played some rap music. I am not so much into it but I gotta admit that it sounds pretty fucking good on my system. Speaking of which, I am about ready for a new harddrive. I have no discs. The argument ensued about whether my way was better or Squatch'es million CD changer. I finally won that one. It was one of those "just give it a try" moments. I dropped an albumfull into a playlist and that was it. My way is better, you can get as fucked up as you want and not scratch the discs. I don't have that mess to clean up on Sunday morning. My main PC is like a juke box but it doesn't have a slot for money. If I decide to cut loose this place is way better than a bar.
But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart, it might blow up and kill this pickup Man. And life is just a fantasy, and there's a girl called Sally that used to live on the alley, but she had a monkey on her back. Additionally I think we need to get the show on the road, and there's a fortune out there to be had, if you think I'll let it go you're mad and got another thing comin'. Ahhh the benefit of taking care of your neighbors, when the street lights are dimming at 4 AM because of my amp, the cops never come.
Al from next door came over. Now this is how it gets tricky. I have an Al to the north of me and an Al to the south of me. This was Al north. He was purported to be "special" or something, slightly maladjuted or something, but he fits in just fine. I find him quite intelligent. Al of the south is much older and is so normal nobody can stand him. He's an alright guy really, but a total fuddie duddie and has decorations for his house for every holiday, even though all the kids are full growed. His whole family are driving new cars because he came into a big settlement not too long ago. Al of the north drives his Mom's Volvo or Buick or something.
All the neighbors stop by to see if I am alive from time to time because now that I got Dana to cook, they rarely if ever see the pizza delivery guy here anymore. These neighbors around here are something else. Do I worry about them calling the law when I jam ? Shit, I think if I didn't jam once in a while they might call in for a possible missing person report ! The only thing that saves my ass is that I don't abuse them. Weekends are for jamming. In fact today, once the pain goes away I am plugging in my electric guitar. It's been months, and I'm sure it is ready for a tuneup.
I cut loose, I kicked back. Smoked and dranked just about everything I could find. Tunes at 4 AM. The works. The only thing I didn't do was to get layed, but some days simply aren't better than others. But this one was OK. The Bostons blared and the guns were completely silent. I fell somewhere but it did not kill me. I have been taught all my life "Get as fucked up as you want, but it solves nothing, whatever problems you had are still there the next morning", literally. And it is true. I know I have to go to the bank and the post office today, despite the fact they are both closed. But I need to put a couple of checks in the mail, and I want them in the first Monday pickup. My car just ran out of window washer fluid, and unless I pissed in it, I need to hit the auto parts store. The problem now though is I don't know if it takes the orange shit or the blue shit. You can't mix them, it clouds up the window.
So Momma was right, my problems are still there, as usual. Do I get the orange shit or the blue shit ? It was just like taking a break, that's all. I got up this morning and it is all falling into place, auto parts store, the bank, the post office. No different, and I expected no different. The only thing is the orange shit or blue shit dilemma.
All in all though, nights like last night remind me of a few things. First of all it is nice to be able to afford to do this. It is nice to be closely connected here so I don't have to worry about the cops putting me in jail (again) for a loud stereo. I am reminded that alot of people would give their left nut to have my problems, rather than figuring out which bridge to sleep under tonight.
Days like this remind me how good I have it. We discuss law and all that shit, but down here if the phone doesn't ring at the police station, I can do anything I want almost. I haven't shot anyone in the street yet, so I don't know if I can get away with that, but really, there is nobody I want to shoot so the point is moot.
Yup, this is my kind of hangover. I am not sick, my head is not pounding. there are no dead bodies. My car is right where I left it. I have learned that certain toys are not to be played with when drunk, among them cars and guns. Maybe I am getting old. I am tired of jail, lawyer bills and fines. I am tired of fighting and sleeping with one eye open. I am literally tired of trouble, although some speculate that I loved every minute of it. Maybe I did. With the correct type of legal help I twisted them to pieces, whether I was in the right or not, but I am 49 and am weary. I haven't been to any court whatsoever since 2004, and I would just as soon keep it that way.
I don't know quite how to say this. Don't sit there with a hangover and say "Never again", I don't. I might do this again like next month or so. I will know then what I know now, that it doesn't solve anything, but.... It is a break, like a time out. What I am saying is if you can manage to get all fucked up and not cause trouble, to have a good time and nobody gets hurt, it is refreshing. Somewhat like sleep.
Just don't do it every day. But here when I decide to do it I have a built in support system. When my neighbors hear my music cranking up they stop over. Not to complain, but to burn one.
Don't mind me, I just typed all this shit out because I thought you might appreciate a rant with a postive tone to it rather than bitching about something.
T
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