Faster Horses in General

  • Sept. 30, 2016, 8:56 p.m.
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Faster Horses

I told him I was a poet, I was lookin’ for the truth,
I do not care for horses, whiskey, women or the loot.
I said I was a writer, my soul was all on fire,
He looked at me an’ said, ‘you are a liar.’ ‘Son, It’s faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money! ‘

A couple of more things crossed off the to-do list. I have a weird dynamic. I jump up on Monday and think of all the things I must accomplish. Anything to do with the government at any level isn’t going to happen. “We are experiencing unusually high call volume. You’re call is important to us…“

By Friday I say “Dang! I need to call the VA!” “Your call is important to us. Your call will be answered in the order it was received.”

People really want federal employees in charge of everyone’s health care. My last 3 years in the Navy I worked in an office that was 90% federal employees. I saw their work ethic first hand. Last in, first out. By 1400 on Friday the uniforms were the only ones left in the office.

I had to go to Mireya’s house to sign releases, then to her new Doctor’s office to sign releases. At this point I have signed so many releases I have no idea what the hell I have signed. I have signed at least a hundred releases in the last week.

Down the road to C&R. I now own a AR-15 lower receiver. Very well machined.

Next, down to LL Beans. Whew. I thought the summer people were gone. The parking lot was completely full with cars with Massachusetts plates. Since that wasn’t a particularly important trip, I spun out of there and headed back to the highway. Took the long way home.

I love country roads.

I went two days without sleeping. I did the analysis to figure out why. My conclusion was no conclusion. Absolutely nothing was different. I hadn’t changed meds, or vitamins. I was doing everything the same. Just not falling asleep.

Normally I am asleep within 10 minutes of laying down. Strange. But I slept hard last night.

If I told my mother I hadn’t slept for a couple of days, she would tell me to go to the doctor.

Everything doesn’t require a trip to the doc. Sometimes weird shit just happens.

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