Strange Stories..that are true. The most mundane life is touched by the STRANGE BUT TRUE. My sister languishes all winter, on a ventilator after pancreatic surgery. My cousin’s husband gets killed when a porch collapses on his neck as he is working on a lawnmower he has propped up against it. People survive surgery at Truman, and go right back “home” to the street..sleeping behind a fuckin dumpster. I look at the ‘net like a Sears catalog! I want a Russian Trophy wife, no wait, a wife AND a girlfriend. I want to be rippin’ rock guitar player. I want to be a healing Shaman that can touch people and heal them. I want a pocket full of currency.
Simple survival feels pretty good however. I have cool fans and it is a nice temperature this evening. Me and my brother are in for the night. Ho’s are out walking around already as the sun goes down. I am happy to be indoors.
We are surviving this day, as the earth heaves on it’s axis..and sensing it, with our dulled senses. Strange stories. WEIRD stories!