So in my thoughts i have seen smoke through the trees, and she is buying the stairway to heaven. I walked to the mean queen last night, its funny I call my sweet mary my queen, she was not impressed with the picture I sent her of the mean queen bar/restraunt. it was open mike night, some old cat was playing his gutar singing away, he was a very good player, but the voice had not tempo, or variations, it would have been better if he was doing some creedence eagles, or some of my fav classic rock songs, as he could do a fine job. for awhile I was the lone customer, a few people trickled in, it was interesting group of people, oddly familar. In my mind I wanted to leave, but had told myself I would stay until the show was over. it was almost hectic for about 15 min, when two groups showed up, the most interesting part was the pretty black lady, not that she was black, or pretty, but she was bald, a perfect bald head. I felt a sense of attraction, yet she remided me of my brother gilbert, she was very polite, some kind of artist, you know it would have been better if I could hear. I mean I can hear people are talking, but without seeing their lips move, its like charlie brown wah wah wah. it was the most fun watching when they became animated and laughter was abundant. the musician stopped playing, O O so I got to talk to the Owner, asked her how the mean queen came about, well there was a real mean queen, it stuck as the name of the bar. I escaped stage left, it was rainy and cold, I was only wearing a shirt, not a hoody sweater but thin shirt, I started to regret my walking, the urge to pee took over im cold, which made me colder, I raced to the visitor center my go to for urgent bathroom breaks. I was good, but still cold, so I decided to run forest run. like clock work I started out in a nice half sprint, it was funny, just a half block down, another runner was going the opposite way, she was clid in only shorts and a tshirt, and here I am fretting about a shirt and jeans. I warmed up quick and felt real good, and when I reached the magic forrest it was all worth it, the discomfort of the bar, the cold, nice to get out and do my fav, watch people, wonder what makes them tick, a few drinks perhaps, comaraderie. I really just want to dance. besides music, dancing is one of my great loves to move to the music, let the music carry me along. to be able to dance and be the fool, or tool, but just to live for the music, well off to my masters. the smelly snot running down monster will be waiting to try his best to unravel my peace. if only I could smoke a big fat doobie, that is what i liked about the MJ, but alas, it is poison on the brain. so NO way. I think people THINK, they can intimidate me, or get me stressed out to drink, I would surely never drink again, maybe on my deathbed. or here is a good one, I would cut their heads off and put it on a spike before I would drink. now isnt that magic? hahahahhahahahahhah mild mannered clark kent has to get ready for work. my name is richard and I am decended from Kings. I am a soldier, a machine.
