How about a new Barbie Doll ? A 'Tight Tight Night Night Barbie' with her very own electronic device, would that be cute?
I am trying to imagine up a disease I might possibly have... how about Narcolepsy?.... sounds interesting...not terribly romantic... but I have always enjoyed moving sort of slow unless there is reason to move quickly... say getting out of the way or running from people with guns .... or rippling bottoms of airplanes..on unimproved ground. Fuel, mixture, switch, full throttle seat belts flapping outside in the breeze... sirens .. Fire trucks, Rasta stocking Caps bouncing up and down... The Queen Air just disappeared one day when some Cubans showed up and paid off the Prime Minister in Gold Coins....... and he was so Stalwart, you know fun things...like that.. fascinating or the Red Fastback Mustang with V-8 and floor shifter that gets away in the Desert.... then hides behind a junkyard fence as the fuzz whizzes by.. at 140 m.p.h. now that is Glory in the highest... as you drive slowly back home to the trailer park eating a Snickers , then cut your girlfriends panties off because she is laughing you tied her to the bed with her panties still on... snip snip.. guess what now they are off! ... .... nothing in the World like Freedom... Let it Ring............Baby! Let it Ring. What a Wonderful Life.
Back to Narcolepsy........
I would not want to confuse it with Necrophilia though... that is something very different... I have no interest.
You know what is not nice? When you talk to somebody on the phone and they tell you that they will see you in a couple of weeks and then they go and take their own life.... that old droll word suicide and why?
Well, unless someone else shot him in the roof of the mouth...
........ you start to think maybe you could have prevented it.... maybe you said something curt or misunderstood. I have heard a cute little term twice now actually 3 times there was the first.... Stressors........
I was trying to tie in humor with things like Dementia.... Alzheimer's etc.... is there any?
So Alzheimer's folks are notorious for going on long walks and drives and never returning or returning much later... might be a bit lonely.... I wonder if there is more too it... like maybe they have had enough of your shit... or lifetime ill spent.... or maybe they do not want to listen... I have heard the theory many old men go deaf... they get tired of listening to the old Hen Cluck.
Here is the sick part....... and so Whats wrong with that? Ohhhhhh your family is worried... poor them.
Like Barefoot Mike... dies on the Appalachian Trail.. in Cornelius Shelter.. fly's buzzing around ( Island Boy) look it up.
he needed to go to the Dentist badly.... he dies broke... his father buys him a $9500 sealed Coffin with money he earned and parlayed from spraying Agent Orange.... he loved spraying that shit from the C-123's he was describing the control handles to me.. as he pulled his oxygen around on a small cart behind us...
..... Hello .......... Stressors............ are you laughing.......... good I am, he is, we are. One last Belly Laugh.... Thank you.
My good buddy's father recently passed as they say... he was like 95... I always enjoyed speaking with Howard... I would spot him from a distance walking along the edge of the black top on my way out to Sea Camp, I would come to a complete stop and shut the fucking Pinto off shoving the shifter forward into Park..... and talk to the man in his tan khaki slacks and wooden staff, walking stick... there was no such thing as being late for work.. fuck work... I was speaking to Howard the World War Two Aviator ... about the mundane... and way beyond, I was not to be bothered with the Petty.
So any way.......... time passes... like twenty years or so... Howard sells his lovely home on the Sea and moves up to Malabar...
He goes to church.. and some biddy makes a suggestion to Howards Son.. that perhaps Howard should not drive any longer nor have a drivers license.... here comes the good part... Howard catches wind of it and is incensed ... pulls a disappearing act... and comes home several hours later sporting a brand new Automobile... there, now tell me who cannot drive a car..... at 93. I found it hysterical..... but then again I have a twisted sense of humor.. or maybe mine is normal and the rest of the world is twisted... never been quite sure.
On another subject I found it amusing.... that while out to supper last evening at the Hotel Club Paradise on the shore... a family of 3 adults and two children... there beneath the palms a breeze blowing... 4 of them were on electronic devices the light from the devices reflecting off their sunburned faces ........ and they were shooing the cat away ...... either they or the ribs gave me indigestion.... I am not sure which I wonder how the cat is doing this morning since I shared with her.......
New Barbie Dolls Only need apply.
Its where you put the emphasis ..... that counts.
If you want to?
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