Surreal

The good greasy monkey leaves a dish beside the road for wayward orange pickers. A soft harp builds a train and the reverand dances behind silk curtains damning peanuts and creamed corn. On the hill a man with a big head and hat can't remember why he's there. The interstate in the distance hums a background. It's summer out there, and it's weird.

Hush

She slapped the butter down on the table and shuffled away. Over by the window the head of lettuce sits and noon shifts shadows from the southern sun. Ten apples on a tree pray for rain. "Ten people in that room... ten and one wish..." She is drawling. I am wishing, another bagel, a plantation in Jamaica, brain bubbles riding radio waves to tiny soft spaces. There is no more pudding, only air from a voice. I am listening.

Drunk

I am upset ove this fox. The poor thing has beguun to look to me as protector dmntit ll to ell. fugers.

Rabies, got it

Rabies. I've heard of it, seen enough drama over the disease. Now I face the possibility of actually having aquired it. This is no joke. I have been bitten by a wild baby fox. Come Monday I suppose I will start a regimen of rabies shots. There is something awry with the whole picture. Let's begin with the fact that the county does not have an animal control officer who works on the weekend. The short story is that they told me I am responsible for keeping this animal alive until Monday when the Veterinarian will only charge me 50 bucks to kill it, cut it's head off, then ship it's brain to a lab to find out if it has rabies or not. There is another veterinarian who qouted me a price of 250 bucks if I wanted to find out today. WTF. So, I have a wild baby fox in a cage that I'm supposed to keep alive until Monday just so they can kill it. Rabies is fatal. Two doctors in the ER made sure that I knew this and that it is of utmost importance that I begin the regimen as soon as possible as well as find out if the fox has it or not. The total cost of a rabies regimen upwards of 1,000 bucks. WTF. The whole matter is fishy.
I was under the impression that there was funding in the govt. for this sort of thing. What if I say screw it and let the fox go? What then? How do they know if it has rabies or not? Isn't this a matter of record for the CDC? WTF. I have been saying that all day. The end result is that the baby fox is dying in the cage because it wasn't even weened yet. The mother showed up late this evening and she's out there crying. Supposedly I can be held lible now if I let this little fox go, for releasing an animal that was possibly infected. This has been a very surreal day. Ironicly, I was offered a job in the ER to top everything off. I don't believe I want to work in a county where these types of things go on. I'm sorry but , no.

Ratguy

Digging through an old pile of sketchbooks I kept while I was on the road in various places, I found this guy. I need to do something with this I think.

Summer

School is officially over for the summer. Now I have a month off with nothing that I've procrastinated out of yet. Always a good feeling.

Big Bad Ronald

No Big Kids in the Playground. . That officially bites.

Stitches

My son is a budding artist. Recently he gave this drawing to me. Presently he's got a whole series of characters that he's worked out. Even if he wasn't my son I'd dig what he's doing and would probably buy a pulp release from him. I'm going to try and convince him to let me share a few of his characters. Creativity is definately encouraged.

Man In Black

Johnny Cash was a part of my life growing up. I remember my dad had an old album that Johnny made just for kids. All kinds of weird songs on that one. I'm still trying to find a copy. Anyway, I was listening to this song today and it gives me chills, So I thought I'd post it.

Took it from: http://www.toptown.com/hp/66/jclyrics.htm

Man In Black
By: John R. Cash, © 1971 House of Cash, Inc.
Recorded February 16, 1971
Number 3 - Country Charts; Number 58 - Pop Charts


Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.