My Imaginary Friend and Zinger.

And yet another chapter this: in Characters I have known in the Florida Keys:

My imaginary Friend.... shall we call him Derek?

Well one evening.. he commenced towards the Tiki Bar on Rim Rod Key  from Big Pine...  I am sure he must of had one or two sails already up in the breeze in his dog shit brown Station Wagon...  he was attempting to make a simple turn across U.S. one.. when some dizzy broad was pulling out of the Palm Thatched establishment with a pool and clipped him.. inflicting minor damage.. he like a good insured citizen stopped and was ready to exchange information... it was not his fault after all........

When the assumed to be  menstruating woman started her theatrical antics  and in a loud grating voice announces to the new world  "YOU HAVE BEEN DRINKING HAVEN'T YOU?"   In front of the gathering crowd.

Well... can't say as I blame him.... my imaginary friend Derek that is ....  for avoiding the fame of the spotlights when he  ran like a startled pure bred race horse in a frightful state
towards the open water at a fast gallop.....

There used to be an unfinished house right on the East shore of Rim job Key.. that was abandoned before it was ever finished.. and  the powers that be finally torn down , a waste , it was called the ' Stairway to Heaven'  nice place to sip a brew...... anyway.. he took the imaginary plunge near there.... leaving his car and prized little outboard motor  laying in the back of the station wagon along with the hysterical woman.. behind him... trading it all in for an overnight watery escape.

I am not sure exactly of his course... maybe you can figure it out.... it was after dark....  he surely must be a strong swimmer... he swam with the tide towards the back country... headed  towards the north.. from Whim Swim  Rod... and winds up on the North end of Big Pine... or Big Penis Island...  the police patrol boats all missed him.. as well as the Helicopter..... Terribly sad I am sure.

Crafty fellow.  That is one long swim..... he climbed up on shore slid on his belly  into some body's yard not around and just laid under the running spigot of fresh water... exhausted and very thirsty.... it was dawn now.... all  through the previous night he made good the premiere  of his escape...              ... Later that day...

Mr. Who? comes knocking at A door... do you suppose.... want to take a guess?

Begging can  you please take me  and  KITTY  Zinger in a carry cage to the Airport....?

But of course....What are friends for?  and  Poor  Dear Zinger... after  all.

So off  they  went ........ Derek my imaginary friend and his cat Zinger... made good their final  leg of escape... To the Way up North and beyond  gone somewhere.

His car went to the junkyard where it probably belonged and no charges were ever filed and that was that..

Chalked up to Hysteria Thank you Ma'am  and do have pleasant day, and a tip of the hat.

My Imaginary Friend and Zinger.

You Didn't Like It?

No little persons game:

The colors of Earth:

A book weathered with leather binding  cries out from the shelf ... Pssssssssst:



By Guy Starter:

He is a new Wryter you know?

His Novel is titled:  Fosstum Suite all indicators Green:

You didn't like it?

Is that why you spit on the carpeting?

Your complaining of an ache:

 Then The cutting of the phone lines:

The unlocked window:

Setting me up for robbery:

You don't think I saw them?

I am getting too old to run through neighborhood back yards and jump fences to get away
from my pursuers:

I don't understand your Spanish all that well:

I don't know enough:

How much?

That's too much:

I felt you shudder.

You did not like it but you wanted more.

That is why you smiled and kissed me
goodbye and goodnight.

Stop.

You didn't like it?

Holiday Cheer

LISTEN:

A lot of people are down in there for a long time.

It ain't just you sweetie.

Annie Get Your Gun Because You Are A Success Sniper:

Sitting on the Balcon:

A flock of Pelicans fly's bye at eye level in a loose sloppy    V  formation.. I wonder where the Hell they are going... maybe they do too.............

Sea Side Story of Salvation...... A lifetime of not understanding the dynamics at work.

Aim high, aim low, aim a little bit to your left, aim a little bit to your right... to hit your mark.

There you go.

Its Other'ed alright..........

Yes it is probably to cold there as well.......

Annie Get Your Gun Because You Are A Success Sniper:

Collecting Tropical Fish one summer, not my cup of tea.

I collected tropical fish and invertebrates one summer... I know it sounds Novel, colorful and cheerie.. but it really was not... I never really enjoyed it... oh the boating and scuba diving was o.k.  but I never liked squirting Quinaldine   into the burrowing hole of Jaw fish and watch the creature  come up out of their lairs gasping. .. as I would net them.. nor squirting in a crevice and have a blue queen angel come floating up stunned on her side.. Naaaaaaa, not really so pretty, and then to be shipped off to some pricks aquarium up North... I was a trader in death, there was a high mortality rate.

Just was not for me.. I was o.k. with going out and Killing Supper .. but even that was no pleasure, still we must eat....

We went to the submarine pens occasionally if it was to windy to safely make the reef tract and harvested flame scallops..

The submarine pits  behind Boca Chica Navel Air Station were the deepest darkest hole... with shit visibility.. Scary.... my buddy was swimming along one day and a dead bulldog tied to a cement block appeared right in front of his mask lens... in that murk with 6" visibility...... He shit his swim trunks........

I was remembering the instance... and thinking now that is one sick bastard of a human to tie a dog to a concrete block and then chuck the block down into the depths of the canal... dragging doggie right along.

Splash! then trying to claw it way to the to the top like a mother fucker to no avail.... down, down, down.. bloat then rise to the end of your cord... beneath the surface.... painting a real Norman Rockwell.

Well I don't know the circumstance.. maybe he was a bad dog.

But it got me to thinking what a  group of cowards humans can be.. kick a block into the canal and along goes the dog to the depths struggling... how wonderfully Human.

Perhaps that is an ornery  opinion?  To voice.

We are supposed to build foundations to rise upon...  is that so others can see Our Causes?
It really boils down to overruling doesn't it?  Like we did the Native Americans and so many others with our pompous  Bull Crap.

Over ruling another human being... isn't that what it has always been about over the centuries  the millions of years even?  OVERRULING!  We run to Judges like 10 year old children ... as if they were our Mommy and Daddy  and cry our case essentially the same thing just on a smaller scale?

But Mommy, But Daddy!

Sure even whole classes of people... why not?

Else  someone throws the tethered weight  and watches smugly as you like the dog tied to the concrete block  get drug into the canal  and pulled down to the bottom  while trying like a mother fucker to swim up  and drown ..   admit it........ humans are

Genuine  sacks of shit!         This  is fundamental  Humanity, to go right  along with the Pure of Heart.  So Honorable,  HA! Where is the Joke?

 Like Cum Stains on  brand new crushed velour Seats... in your own private cabin class  Executive Twin.

Whatever you say.

Off that rant.... yes Collecting Tropical fish that one summer.

Not my cup of tea.

Faith Runs.

The Weather has an affect on Dorothy:

They call it S.A.D.'s  don't They?

Seasonal Affect Disorder.

The great industrial North.... Bravo, the last Caribbean monk seal in existence claps.

Cheers to all of the industry of  humanity for donning your winters coat.

The missing of Seasons.......... in the semi tropics.


Watches as ............

Faith Runs.

DOG NUTS

Dog People,  Dog Nuts   you know:

Generally speaking they have a heart.......... and perhaps some misplaced emotions towards their fellow  humans projected on their furry little pets.......
though not necessarily, just possibly.

Take my red haired  Cousin in New South Wales.... for instance  there was a little dog in the pound.. no one would adopt... he walked it weekly......... Why you may ask? because he is a good heart, a Soul.

He already had 20 dogs in the fold.... still he could not watch, the poor little girl never get a walk, he walked her weekly, an important busy man even with a DR. before his name.


The funny thing this:

Thoughts falling, like pictures from an X-Ray Machine onto the floor.

Poor Cousin of Dog,  No Way Out for her, Yet,  but.....................

The Dog once belonged  to the Queen Of England... somehow she had gotten separated.

Her last owner was not so kind,  he told her this.... while shaking nasty  shit encrusted  finger " Listen the sack was full already when I caught you,  little Bitch!"

She was a beautiful dog, her Majesty's dog once even.

She was smart she would look out the car  window and bark.

Dog People, Dog Nuts......... they say things to their dogs like EEEEEEEEEEE Excellent ...

And words softly spoken under breath like euthanasia..........  when in the pound.  That means lets KILL the dog.

The Queen of England's  very own dog once........ on death row for nothing..... if only the patrons of Dog  knew.

EXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXcellent.

DOG NUTS.