I had the most upendis night, fafulouso!! sorry its late, i can not stay awake exhausted. but the story must go on :)
if laughter is the best medicine, I got a full dose tonight. I made the rounds trying to find some music to forget all and everthing, sing the blues away, anyhoo after swinging by the beer tent, learned of some karioke at a bar. saturday night in Sitka, nothing else haps. I was getting some bad vibes from ernies last time. i was tested a few time, anyhoo this was so fun, I dont remember laughig so much and so long, i can smile and remember. I like to think I am mr invisible, but the night wore on, that was not the case! I liked it in a please NO, but when the man put in a creedence song I lots everything. I mean lost it, I quickly realized a was crossing a line… a karioke line. but let me tell YOU. I was LOL for about an hour. it was tremendous. time was running out for me… as they started to get a little “merrier” the pot belly kareoky man, was smitten with a young patron. it was hilarious, as they got drunker she seemed to consider it.. but I could not stop laughing. so as always I proudly wore my wedding ring, often to the chargrin of others. it was funny they started to poke at me :( hahhaah it was even more hilarious, as the young girl, seemed smitten with Blg Dummy hahahha hahaahhahah it was hilarious as she fought back temptatio, with the help of her crew. a very nice crew, so nice and funny. I was in histerics. never had so much fun. it was dicey at times, knew it was time for exit stage left, when the started to get pushy, and critical. gay am I hahahhahhah no despite my flair for the wild dance. its like a drug to me, nothing matters. brings me back to the disco days of Southern California and the prettiest girls on Earth. so I have to confess… I was asked to dances.. you know I love to dance more than life itself, music is in my bones, despite my lack of skill or vocal ablity. but man I do love the sing dance. creedence breaks throught the sticker everytime, southern rock like lynard skynard is in my bones, johnny cash I wear proudly like other carry the stars and stripes, whom i pledged allegance to everryday for years. so I know it is lie religion sponsered by government anyway I could feel the slurn coming from troy. but could be wrong, but I was tired. on the way home, I got to my trail. uh and it was pitch black. not lying fear was a motive in my retreat. not bears, but being lost, although kinda hard to get lost, but i felt it going on a looop a few days earlier. No chance, retreat retreat. I finally found the lighted road back to beer garden. you know I know now they know me, my infamous trash existence either for my Native alliance, love of “the people” Jimmy crack corn and I dont care, hahahhahahhahahhahahhaha I crack myself up. lol. im sorry lord a littel bit, ego involved to let it happen. I just kept looking at the troy with his big belly tying to get into this girl. the more I looked at him the funnier it got, they tried to pick songs to guilt me into leaving. hahahhahah I laughed even harder. any temptaion was quickly drowned out with an image of my sweet mary, the slandering is mildly justified in a curse I run from, but will never escape. funny the thing that can set me free, comes a too with too much collarteral, so instead I play the bumbling carpenter to a tee, yet the king within me lurks beneath the surface, I can never lead white men, they will die in place of justified loyalty to thier creed, with a partial lie of thier existence as leaders. sorry getting tired, probally edit this ugly out hahahhahahahhahahah O O
francis, so almost home the lights shone on the steet like a brilliant sunrise, spectacular was seeing a copuld of deer perhaps 3, just as I was chatting with with the ravens.. a car raced up the street. the deer in headlights froze. I yelled please dont hit them!! it was a miracile o fuck my spelling sucks sucks mother suckers hahahhah sorry somtimes I want to share bad richard, who puts himself in pinches without knowing, BIG dummy. O lord forgive me myvery own ego. met a real friend today, right in front of me. he is special, not in that way, but in the kind of way that is the truth. my trust is wavering but he has the greatest gift of all he his a father!!! this story can not be about me. really it is his story. my laughing was intoxicating to the point of a kind of making me aware, of course h e was smart and went to bed, like myself should have, despite trouble could befall…. o me going out now. thanks you sitka and young little heffer girl, I was more happier than aschool girl at being asked to dance, by a very pretty girl, lordy lordy look at big dummy. sorry but it was so much fun. fun fun fun daddy take your tbird away
