Friday, October 10, 2014

I get so stressed out around here I don't realize how long it is between posts. So for what it's worth, I apologize for my lack of content.
This post isn't about Turn Here Rose. Waiting on permits and titles and movers and the "substructure" to be picked up, and living in a tent pitched about twenty feet in front of the pigs. I'll try to keep y'all up to date when shit changes.

I was talking to a friend a while back, trying to get him to visit sometime, and the subject got onto wine. He was telling me he had just opened a bottle, and was going to let it breathe for twenty minutes before imbibing. I just don't understand this. This wine has been sitting in an air tight bottle for who knows how long. And if THAT hasn't already killed it, isn't giving twenty minutes to breathe kind of instilling a false hope? After all, twenty minutes is only about half as long as it's going to take me to kill the bottle once and for all! And I don't know what he drinks, but when I have a bottle of wine, twenty minutes isn't so much a time frame as it is the vintage! Ripple, circa 9:15AM!

Probably going to have to let my guns go to the hock shop. If I ever get ahead, I can always replace my guns (maybe not the .22 derringer) but it's all about the trailer at this point. Priorities.

I've been trying to follow the news, but I only occasionally have access to the internet. Gotta say I'm worried about my friends in Texas. When the government says Ebola is nothing to worry about, I tend to REALLY get worried.
I haven't been able to follow the middle east bullshit, but don't imagine anything has improved. The economy sucks. Just in case you listen to the MSM and think everything is getting better...

Oh, and I have this really bloody mess across my nose where a tree branch broke off above me and scraped the skin off on its way past. Talk about REALLY looking like a broken down old bum now.
I just keep telling everyone I'm not homeless, just hopeless...
Still no clue about my court case. Think I'll call the DA office. My lawyer just tells me he's on it, and if he needs me, he'll let me know. He's an asshole, but by all I could find out, he's good enough to be any kind of ass he wants.
Typing this one letter at a time on my sis-in-laws kindle, so guess I'll quit while I still have a stub left of my finger.

Keep your powder dry, friends. I'll be back soon.


Brian In Florida said...

Hang tough. Wish I could help but all I can give is moral support at this time. Just remember...you are not alone there are many patriots that are out there with you.
God Bless.

Anonymous said...

Hey! Ya still out there?



Brian in Florida said...

Keep hanging in scooter. Stay warm. Even here on the Florida pan handle it is frosty.

michigan doug said...

U Dead?