ravings of a lunatic

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This is actually based on how I felt in High School, and my first year of College. Thankfully I'm one of those people who responded really well to the right combination of drugs and bad attitudes towards my particular chemical inbalance.

I write Haiku. I also write sonnets but those take longer. We're moving. This is not classical haiku since it doesn't really invoke Nature or the Seasons, but it's an expression of my life at this point. If it sounds shallow or lacking in feeling, I've learned to be a man of few words.

Leaving friends behind,
Is truly cause for sadness.
A place is just that.

So this one time...
I remember when Crazy Dave insisted we party for a few days in Flagstaff after we got back from the Dead shows in Vegas in '95. One day was all right, but we went for all three shows and Alan and I wanted to get the hell home. On the next day We were ready to leave but Dave wanted to hit a couple of bars on the way down. So we hit a couple of bars and of course Dave gets wasted. We go to one bar, then a second and Dave (Who can drink a lot but some how gets plastered very early on) picks up this waitress for a hug, (he did know her) and drops her right on her ass on the floor. So we're outta there and I take Dave's keys and start driving.
Now Dave did not come across his nickname by accident. He wasn't right in the head. But it was an exceedingly subtle thing, quiet and insidious. What stood out was his alcoholism and his penchant for this weird dancing that was a combination of a medieval court jesters theatrics and the kind of beautiful movement meditation that we dance at Shows, or used to in the old days. and those two things came together that night. We had been through his dancing, now we were dealing with the alcoholism. During the first leg of our ride back to Phoenix Dave is cussing me out, muttering to himself about "kids who didn't know how to respect their elders" and generally rambling on like a lunatic. Dave is older than me but only by 12 years so he was 35 tops.
For the next leg we were treated to Dave trying to get the headliner of his car to catch from the lighter he couldn't quite keep going, and a soliloquy about his right to incinerate his property. The third leg of the trip consisted of me driving 85-95 MPH towards Phoenix and Dave opening and closing the back door as he laid on the seat and hung his head over the very hard freeway below. It had taken so long to get him out of Flagstaff that by this time it was close to dawn. We pulled up outside of our house as it was getting light and by this point Dave had a semblance of sobriety and got out of the car to make sure we got all our crap out of his trunk. In the process he threw a rock that had been in his trunk through our kitchen window.
Then he left.

And that's why that summer was the best summer ever.

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AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!! who told everybody to come to Phoenix and drive a bunch of cars in a valley surrounded by MOUNTAINS where there's not a prevailing wind of any real significance!? And what makes anyone think smog is SAFE to breathe!?!

I never had problems with breathing as a kid. I didn't even know what an inhaler was till 4th or 5th grade and now I try to pack in preparation for moving out next week and my lungs feel like they're lead lined!

HULK SMASH! FREEWAYS DIE NOW!!!!!

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Current Music: Damn TV again

So the missus and I went camping with a friend and our dogs up at seven springs campground. We ended up leaving late because I had to get a new cell phone, knowing I wouldn't have time when we got back. We got there after dark and got set up. Of course it was damned cold, even here, and I had forgotten our propane heater.
We were rudely woken the next morning by a troop of Eagle scouts cleaning up the campground. One of the dad's with them told me they had asked the park service about closing the campground and was told they had to leave it open for campers but with them running around the park service really could have put up a notice!
Most of the trip after that was all right, until it was time to leave. Our friends truck broke down as we were leaving! I could have towed it out if it had been a different road but it's a winding steep dirt road. it ended up costing her $167 to get it out of there, and the mechanic told her it would be another $850 to replace the fuel pump. on top of that, the next day she called to tell us she had gotten laid off!
The last time we went camping was 3 years ago, and Samantha nearly died when the vehicle she and the wife of another friend were in had a tie rod break and flipped, totaling the vehicle.
The plan is to never go camping again! Of course considering we're moving to a good sized farm in rural Missouri, it's not like we're gonna need to go escaping the grind and pollution of urban America any time soon.

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So one time... I had a friend... who got drunk in Vegas and there was this old mean buffalo and my friend was gonna crawl in it's pen and hang out with it and my other friend told him not to but he said "it's cool man the buffalo knows where it's at" and they made him leave and that's how my two friends got kicked out of a petting zoo in Las Vegas.

My friend ain't right!

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I remember one time I fell out of a tree and knocked the wind out of myself and my friend laughed at me but then later on when he was older he crashed his brothers motorcycle against a tree going really fast and wrecked it and got up and started laughing.

My friend ain't right.

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So I wonder if The Pope is just waiting to die, praying that God takes him home. I mean, the guy seems really dedicated to his position, and I know that there are no plans for him to step down, but geesh, he looks like he must be really tired of that old body of his.

This was just an excuse to write something.

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