The fall colors are starting to come out here in Virginia. Dang nabbit it happens fast. Summers seem to just fly by. Like green eyed horsefly by. I am still using my Last Car Free Day as the last gasp for 2021, but who knows. We may have an Indian Summer. A reference used to describe a warm series of days in areas that were inhabited by Native American Indians.
Okay, here is the deal on old Iron Eyes, he was not an Indian, he was an Italian American. Not an American Indian or not even the outsourced Call Center Indians, who live in a perpetual hell. It’s summer all year on those calls. Oddly enough, I feel sorry for anyone that has to be on a service phone line. Both callers and helpers.
But I digress, as old people do, complaining about health care and the kids down the street who keep having fun. GET OFF MY LAWN. BTW, In my neighborhood its the dogs down the street that come around and start a barking fest with MR B. WOW, is this story just flopping all over the place? I can’t control it. It’s like the steering cable is broken, or there is a full running hose left unattended.
All that sickness inside of me must have dislodged whatever focus I had? And for gods sake.. WHY ARE YOU STILL EVEN READING THIS CRAP? Just look at the dumb post cards I found on ebay. And thank your genetic makeup that you don’t live in a flappy thought universe like I do. Oh. wait.. You do. Hello my name is BOB, can I help you? Press 1 if……
I am gonna go back to bed now. My meds are stating to kick in.. mmmmmmmm HAPPY TIME..