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      When the shit hit the Fan he always wanted to be prepared so he left the shotgun in the stair case unloaded and unsure just how reliable the gun would be, because of its age and his being low on ammunition, although he was certain he could find a single shell if need be.

It's been years sense then and he's started over. He's older, and medicated feeling sort of foolish for what transpired earlier in life but oh fucking well.

Time

Where in the fuck did time go? Just a minute ago I was younger, with a spring in my step.

Not yet

it most have been1973 at vets memorial I saw Todd rundgren for the first time with my girlfriend Susan. We drove to Columbus in my fathers 1973 vw bug and I think it was in the fall and we went to wendy’s. It’s hard to believe that’s been 45 years ago.

     Around 2 years later I bought my first car a 1963 rambler classic a ugly car that ran great. I was young and attempting to do some body work to the car that I never completed so the car was originally green but with my body work gray primer it gave the car a camaflaged look. This was in the seventies and for a short time 8 track tapes were the rage I had installed an 8 track tape player and happened to have 1 tape Todd rundgren’s first Runt:the ballad of Todd rundgren that I happened to find in a clearance bend somewhere but it’s a classic.

"You can't forget what you don't remember"

The perfect spot for a dog

Toe nails & food

when I die, and I'm in no rush there's several things that I'll miss and things that I won't miss.

I definately won't miss the trimming of my toe nails being sixtyish and not exactly in top physical form I know longer can trim without doing harm to myself and do to the possibility of length and thickness of the nail, a flying nail may bring harm to anyone in the vicinity  one of the hazards that comes with age, although I will miss quite a few things in the culinary line but primarily pork.

But just remember who ever's in charge after I die I'd like to be cremated, no casket,no grave,no anything,no anything, just wait till brad's back around then throw my ashes off an I-70 overpass,then have a party with pork butt and beer and blues.

60, so I guess the countdown has begun. Just remember no viewing, no nothing just a party with pork butt,beer, and blues. See ya

Blink

i was setting in high school class I'm not sure exactly what class it was and if I bothered taking notes and this was years before computers were even heard of,well they were heard of but they weren't compact in the least in fact they were huge and NASA may be one of the only one that had more than one?Anyway I was in class eventually graduating, going to college, getting married, divorced, having an automobile accident because of a broken heart related to the marriage that ended in divorce, spendîng several years lonely and recouperating from the accident, eventually remarrying and having not one but two kids(1-boy,1-girl), watching the kids grow into adulthood and having kids of their own, getting divorced after the kids where grown(my kids),being happy for the first time in a long time. At some point between the high school class and my last child leaving I must have blinked and hopefully not in a way meaning it's over but a blink for a different beginning. Then again it could be a strange code meaning "F**k you?"