Finding our Solace

Seeing in other dimensions:

A finding of Solace for some, perhaps?

Is it Solace or Distraction?

We as a Nation are big on Ball Games: Rah, Rah.........

A Serving of the Poison of our aggressions...........

Or Solace? Not for me to decide... I only hold my own opinions and rock them like a baby.

The Old Man with the now limp arm  told me he once played Folk Music...  and was singing and playing    'California Dreaming'   at the Big Pine Inn.. In the Lower Keys In 1963 of course it Burned down in 1977... and the song was a Big Hit in 1964  so I am trying to figure out Just who was he strumming with then... if that was indeed the case, perhaps had his years mixed up or was telling an unintentional distortion of events?

The Old Man told me he owned a Marina up on Long Key....... Fading distant memories.. and

Fishing and hanging out with Captain Tony in Key West as well... funny to meet him here in the now...

He said he  made 11 million dollars in the Leather Industry in Kansas City Mo.

Who is to say what the truth is?

You don't suppose just over there are other dimensions... do you?

I heard from my Schizophrenic friend yesterday... he said our mutual friend was not dead...
he has seen him 3 times... rowing  out to his sailboat....anchored off of Key West... oh dear........

I guess he is suffering ...

Inter Dimensional Vision.... or just the place he is in delusion...  in Finding Our Solace.........

Living In Paris Poor Like Sin

It seems as if I could not remember you:

The Pictures in your beautiful book...  Color pictures on shiny glossy paper.. with water marks......where a wet cup was once set:

But, there they were the photos some even signed from you to  me...... how could I have forgotten?

You reminded me.

I looked down inside the clear plastic bag you handed me of the once vibrant tropical fish.. they had all died.. in transit and a piece of coral too......

I dumped the dead  contents back into the sea from ankle deep water..

Inside the book were

The pictures dedicated from you  to me.... signed in blue ink even..... I had forgotten , I could not remember you, until you reminded me.

The old glossy papered Coffee Table book,, now a bit tattered.. a few discolorations and stains... but there they were the photographs ... from you to me...

Rich and Poor at the same time....... Traveling Thru.............

I coined a phrase.... for the true high life.

' Living  In   Paris Poor' Like Sin.

If Money Is Not Our God In God We Trust Please.

As much as I would love to jump up and down on the mattress and box spring with you... and then settle in to watch Americas Funniest Home Videos.........  I must question:

If money is not our God... then why don't we go to the dentist when we have a toothache with out any?
or why are their Homeless people and peopleless homes both in abundance?

Gosh I would just like to see you and spend time with you , not contingent upon ones current  worth..

Hysterical don't you think so too?

and guess what there is not even one of you  to dispute a currant reality's taking shape, in what I say is the absolute Truth........

I find this highly amusing.

Tell that to the homeless girl toting the suitcase behind her in passing......... a lovely day? don't you agree?

Money is God... disprove it.

If Money Is Not Our God.

In God We Trust. Please.

Jon The Hells Angel...... Take two.

Take Jon for instance... he was a Hells Angel...  we got along just fine.. he lived down stairs for some years.. never posed a problem... just rode his old Harley sometimes or his old 3/4 ton Chevy Pick up....He had purchased brand new years and years ago...  he loved that truck and his Black Bike too..... Black Betty.

I had heard he nearly beat a man to death once with a motorcycle helmet.... and
something about probation.........

Somebody always has to be an Asshole First.... I figure.

I don't get it... don't fuck with me I don't fuck with you.... too simple of a process  I guess.

He was always honorable towards me... and  never shit in the front yard, I would never mess with him....

 and Guess what?...     Why, No problems.... amazing............

Maybe it is a matter of being equally armed....and having some sense... of decency.......

Too bad he died... I liked the guy...

He explained the function of a Ball Peen Hammer to me.

Jon The Hells Angel....... Take Two.

Unfamiliar Night Sky's Once again.

Traveling thru time he never knew much if any familiarity :

It was all a strange night sky no matter where he went:

He woke up in an old trailer... it was by a pit with water in it.. a boat floating even, but no outlet to anywhere... but close to the ocean... what good was that?

It must of been somebody's dream once.. but now it was kind old and creepy....

Perhaps it could be construed as Charm or quaint... a real fixer upper... the corroded fittings on the boat that was partially full of rain water and had a beard of  thick slime growing on the bottom... floated in the brackish pit water....... displaying its high water line.

His old girlfriend had found this place and was having a party... of sorts.... there, yippie.. part of him  would rather be alone then in this uncomfortable feeling.

There was himself just popping in  there ... feeling a bit uneasy.. a fellow he did not really  know but knew of.. he had been gone a long time... he drove a Black Studebaker once and wore a spiffy cap... it just occur'ed to him why he had not seen him in so long... he had been in the big house..... you know College... he had just gotten married to this petite blonde girl...not exactly a spring chicken but looked pretty good.. and she drove a taxi, they had a hope in one another...  together that was nice to see.

Then there was his girlfriend that he felt did not really like him..a cold bitch.. though he was no saint either. and there was this dude he never met before sleeping on the couch.. either the cousin to one of the two others ,,,, he forgot.... it did not matter anyway, he got up looking for a drink.... not of water.

He walked around the strange place... he found a red Coffee can with a yellow emblem full of fishing hooks... he commented they were rather large and laughed what would you catch around here with such large hooks... but he and the Studebaker owner  came to a consensus that it was not always true... some years ago.. when there was more of an abundance of fish.. well they were probably quite useful.... with their extra long  barbed shank and size.

Where was his X girlfriend anyway?  Her little red car was gone... maybe she had gone to the store for Bacon..she had not said a word.. he had heard about the little native children's foot prints on the wing of the Red Cessna 310.. that were left from them pouring fuel into the wing out of cans barefoot, she was suddenly just  not there, just like her.... don't say a word and leave...

Yes the crew of them had been in the big house...  He figured, He supposed for pot dealings.. he never knew what the story really was...  he wanted no  part of it  actually ... but had heard a few story's in his day... like the above. he did have ears.  He had no interest he was roofer... it was much more fun spreading Hot Tar in the Sun for low pay, and burning your skin....... wonderful. Then thinking of easy money with a high price.

What if?  He thought......' there were no such thing as right and wrong...just differences of Opinion?' except for the heinous acts of man of course.

There was a trailer next door with the windows cranked wide open...who ever was in there could hear every word... best be careful what is said... he thought alone to himself.

His traveling  through time was interesting... but nothing or the precious to him  little was ever familiar... he looked up and did not recognize anything in the Unfamiliar Night Sky's. Once again.

Traveling during Holy Week........

Never again hopefully. He was traveling on the Ferry boat between Puerto Jiminez and Gulfito.. and everyone was lighting tea candles everywhere.. even near the fuel.... party, party, party... outside church the big religious ceremony.

He ran into an old friend... seemed as though perhaps he had an emotional breakdown.. he just did not seem his old self.. or as he remembered him... he was on his cell phone with two particular Artist  friends of his..  and telling  what a  great a person  his friend was and insisting on making arrangement for him to visit them on their compound...

Hell he did not want to go even... but his friend  was so insistent .... He did not feel like such a great person inside nor did he want to have to live up to the expectations his old friend was touting on about over the phone to his acquaintances  .... they had a lodge or something as mentioned, for Tourist...

The ferry boat landed across the other side at Gulfito.. the town was done up for holiday.. food vendors.. flowers.. and candles candles everywhere... he had been given a couple for free and now was trying to figure out just  where and how to light them without burning his fingers or burning the town down...

It was like everything Outside and Inside  was a big Church under an invisible carnival tent that day.... he looked up and saw what he thought was a beautiful young woman seated.. who it turned out was willing to accept money to have sex with him essentially in church during service... he was flabbergasted.... thing was where?  oh dear. Life's dilemas...

She said she had to get home to her baby and mother as far as the time element went..... and she did not look so great on closer examination..  he began to think it was a  She Male telling lies... He lost interest.... and walked away. Something was not right.....

 The child she mentioned must of surely been a lie.... the mother probably too.

Maybe he could find a cheap hotel down the street .. where he could sleep tonight with out bed bugs.. he always checked for them since the morning he woke up with a trail of bites on his thigh,  Nasty Bastards, he thought.

He was trying to find his way out of the crowd and maze when he saw a door... it had a clear glass knob.. faceted it looked like a giant diamond...  lets see he said to himself as he examined it... yes the painted in latex flat pastel pink  door was locked but he could unlock it from the inside and exit, however he would not be able to re lock it from the outside... with the sliding bolt.

He would feel guilty if he did that after all the place was  a Wholeistic Massage.... and that would not be very nice... but if not he would have to turn around and walk past those people again... including the girly man, he did not really want to.

He tried to be funny on the boat telling jokes ... coming over but most of the people were either Spanish with no English or German with No English or Spanish... he tried talking to them in Spanglish but it did not seem to work....

It was rather hard to be funny, but he still laughed at his own jokes and every one he presumed thought he was nuts... which was fine..... as long as they were mixed.

Although one girl smiled and under stood when he used the term......'Muey Comico' she got that.

The street was a fast changing place... suddenly the people were gone to somewhere else.. and all the tea candles had burned out of wax...and were now cold and their glow was silenced.

He knocked his note book and pen out of bed during his sleep that night the sound of it hitting the floor woke him up.

Do you want to really have some fun?
 You should try it perhaps?........ Traveling during Holy Week.

Fix Your Wagon or she was a strawberry blonde.......Red Head.

The men who say it like it is:

Like it is how it is:

Steping on Venomous Snakes barefoot, they wrap around your femur ...........

Sending messages:

He said she said..... I don't want to be too forward with you... but?
as the strawberry blonde red head reached into the gold fish bowl full of red wrapped condoms:

Grabbing a hand full.

Good Fucking: He thought.

I don't mean to be too forward by diffusing the situation in a reverse sense as the antagonist .. the crap pot stir'er gave a  shit eating grin.

Poisonous snakes in mailboxes..

Reach in:  Fix your Wagon.

                                           Signed:
                                                          Mr. Dogooder.