Stess city

Nothing ever gets done in stress city
No chewing gum in stress city
No parking spaces availible in stress city

Smug

Having or showing excessive pride in ones achievements or accomplishments(just being an all around dick).

Urn

glass,ceramic,metal, or plastic? For eternity

Bangs

My bangs consist of one solitary hair and it's grey and I'm sure it's on it's way out and I won't miss it at least not in the way I'm sure I would have missed it back in the seventies when my brother and I had an abundance of long flowing  crowd pleasing, anti-establishment hair but that was then, that was when hair said "f**k you" to anyone over 30 and anyone that wasn't "cool."

 now my brother shaves his head and I've considered it but I'm to vain, and there's definitely nothing to be vain about. Maybe I should try joining a hair club for men but I'm to cheap, I've also considered toupee's or that spray-paint advertised on television but it seems I havn't gotten around to placing the order. There's also creams, pills and other methods but as I've grown older I simply no longer give a shit. Bald is beautiful or tolerable.

Love reign o'er me

Further proof of me nearing the time in my life when I'll have a need for adult diaper's as I'm listening to music at the "home".

I fortunately can still remember driving home on state route 13, on the short 7 mile trek home from school listening to the who "quadrophenia" on the 8 track, the song "love reign o'er me" stood out particularly.Although since that time other artist's have covered that song and some of them have done a really fine job but none quite like the who in '73.

rambler

we took anything and everything and we were young, just starting out,and experimenting for the future and all we had was time. so we piled into our(no it was my rambler)'63 rambler and drove anywhere and nowhere in particular, anywhere the rambler would go. the rambler ran like the most expensive sports car "i'd swear that car could fly," with it's v-8 engine and premium gas at 70 cents per gallon. pink floyd on the eight track tape player made the lack of a front seat cover almost bearable but not quite, even though you could lay back the seat like a bed and use the blanket/seatcover to keep warm at night. the rambler fortunately came equipped with heavy duty bumpers making the ramming of inebriated rural road signs possible although the bumpers did begin to "V" in the middle after many late night rendezvous and the deodorizer lost it's pine scent. earlier, after buying the coupe i intended on painting the rambler but i stopped after doing just part of the body work leaving the rambler camouflaged looking because of the gray primer and the cars faded green original color, the remainder of the short time i owned it, it sort of looked funky yet appropriate for my age and the times.the war in vietnam was just over, and i was a child of the sixties, when i sold it i got fifty dollars , it was a wreck.

thinking back on the rambler now that i'm older and have owned quite a few cars, the rambler wasn't an attractive car but boy it ran like the wind(flatulence), and there were several perks to owning it like that front seat that completely laid back i'm sure there was more but don't ask me what? and you didn't have to worry about scratches since the car itself was a scratch and it still ran.

I don't know

Is it reality, today (me being 58,balding, married for 29 years, 3 grand children, my own 2 kids out of school out on their own, I've gotten grey,out of shape,etc) or am I still on that acid trip I journeyed on back in 1975? And everything that occurred in the past 40 odd years is just a piece of the trip. Sort of sounds like a more modern episode of the Twilight Zone, or have I been a permanent resident of a psychiatric hospital these past years just waiting to come back to reality? Maybe this is my reality?