19.7.17



(before he wrote about Bobby) 
                    he imagined that posting No. 1234 ought to be of an innarestin natureYah  the next post of numerical consequence he would realiseinvoke would be No. 2345  1111 posts from 1234  or No. 3456 No. 4567 then the surfeit tide of Nos. 5678 6789 7890   he had no intention of creating posts in excess of four digits except one
No. 10000

that was his ambitious game plan when he committed No. 1 “I got holes in my soles” on 18 February 2014 to wrioter

his daughters asked Why would you stop at 10000 dad


Really

Lets look at the simple arithmetic(which could produce a mild arrhythmia) shall we grrls 10000 minus 1234 equals 8766

There are 365 days in a yearour next Leap Year is 2020

8766 divided by 365 is 24.0164 years

Id obviously pick up some days with the inclusion of leap yearsbut for sake of argument lets call it 24 years FROM NOW if I post once a day every day

I havent viewed any actuary tables which game the odds of white male longevity  although Id suggest you do the simple addition and considercontemplate how old youll be in 24 years  the shortcut youll both nearly be my age now  Soberinghuh but keep firmly in mind  age is a figment of someone elses imagination and not the internalthe infernal concept you hold inside your own head      


In conclusion grrls

               Easier said than done



theres always the whitewashed simplicity of talktalk

he talked with a gentleman from Colorado a proponent of the legalization of marijuana  and in one breath he wowed him with the 100million dollars collected in taxes this year alone but then also blew him away with its unintended consequences  edibles candies accidentally(?) consumed by minors who ended up in emergency rooms and also its fatalities murders  those contests raised by lack of regulation of how edibles should be taken

Warning labels  Youre referring to warning labels

Exactly  It is unregulated


erWell  to be sure Colorado was the groundbreakerflying without instruments  And every actionnot to minimise Colorados minors or the unfortunate fatalities provides unintended consequences  People are too innarested in the Here and Now to take pause and look out at the horizon and try to see beyond it  Try to play appropriate thought games
Wha if

Youre not going to get thatYou know how politicians to respond to supposition speculation conjecture

Thats because were wildly thrown at the wall of the Future
Im saying go slower exalt the ramificationspossibilities  be deliberate
Deliberate


Then nothing gets done

I disagree  It gets done slower   Run a Grand Prix without a circuit an aint nobody running in excess 100 miles an hour  Thats the fix  Theres no formed path to exploit

Nothing will get done


You ever cross a frozen river 

What

For that matter a river that appears to be frozen

I dont understand

I used to go through the Forest Preservesacross the frozen Des Plaines River to get over to Mannheim to a bowling alley  I can tell you that I crossed that river very slowly and with every shuffle my heart pounded in my ears almost obscuring the sound of the ice cracking underfoot and me trying to determine if the crack was stress or if the crack was going deeper and let go and drop me into the river  I crossed it seven times  After three I was feeling invincible  I quit it the last time when near the edge I dropped into the water  At the edgethe shallowest wateryoud have thought it was frozen solid 

My point being  you didnt go directly across itfull steam because it looked frozen GO   I was deliberate  I went slow  And yet I still got to the bowling alley ahead of my buddies


A curious analogy

That analogy as you say killed plenty of kids every winter  During the summer months its dams killed others  Hell around here it aint Spring until some college kid falls to his death off the cliff overlooking the nude beach  Ive been to that beach  Worthwhile nudes dont go there



talktalk  its whitewashed simplicity

                             things are always easier Said than Done           


Monday evening,  17  7. 17
1530,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  19  1. 17

18.7.17

No. 1234






Ohmygawd he grimacedsneered is this how this is supposed to taste

I suppose so

Tastes like assBobby like ass

Donknow  Dont taste good

A rum an Coke Canya fuckup a rum an Coke

Mebbe the rums not so good  Its a well drink man

Well  Mebbe its rum from a well wida dead rat in itJesus Christ 

Yawanme to call the bartender over

Nana  If he were a she mebbe  Lets assume this is how a rum an Coke tastes  Its for Bobby  I dont know howdahell he drank these


To Bobby

Yah  To Bobby





Bobby died of esophageal cancer at 40

he didnt smoke

he couldnt hold his liquor so he rarely drank

he knew hed die of cancer

they talked about it a little more often than he liked

he told Bobby a gypsy at a carnival said hed live well into his nineties
                                                        Im takin her at her word



Bobby was born in ’53 during the polio epidemic in Chicago

they pulled a man and a womanstrangers out of the waiting room to be his godparents

they baptised him

they administered Last Rites

they were wrong





a week ago Bobby had him come early to hospital  You want to be here before the nurses rounds he said

Whatimes that

Youre mobile You find out 

Bobby was virtually bound to his bed with all the tubes going in and out of him



Comon  Get in bed

The fuck Christmahn  How  All these tubes . .
. . Just pushem aside up against me and get in

Yahyah yah   A lot of tubes Bobby

Been a lottah tubes a long time

somehow they managed didnt pull anything outdidnt chink anything   

they laid side by side

Now wha

Now we wait

Wait

Yah



Were . .
. . Shaddup  Have I ever . .
. . Yah Yah yahave   Ya almost got our asses kicked after the Sectional game against Notre Dame 

Oh yeah  But who knew those Catholics would be such hotheads  Theyre taught to turn a cheek

Yer da Catholic  Yahd know better than me

Youre Catholic

Don mistake doin Catholic girls as being Catholic

You know their buzzwords You had your Holy Communion

I aint practicing  Too much in my life an thinking doesnt align with the Church



I believe


I believe ya believe Bobby


I believe in Life after Death




I believe you Bobby


Sssh   Shescomin

This is it

Thisisit


What are you two up to said the nurse as she approached the foot of the bed  You look as happy as clams in their shell

Good morning Vi  This is my best friend Joe  Joe  Vi  Her names Vivian

Goodmornin Vi

Joe   What you doing in Bobbys bed

He asked me to an aint a thing I wont do for Bobby
Wait for it 
Bobbys a pretty special guy

Wait for it 
Have you known each other a long time

He moved into Norwood in Fifth  Ive known him since that first day of school

That makes you two old friends
Wait 
We stood up for each others weddings

And youre here now  lying in bed with him  because he asked you to
Wait  for  it 
Yes  Aint a damn thing I wouldnt do for Bobby

Nice meeting you Joe but Im slipping a little behind in my rounds

Wait

Pleasure meeting you Vi


Vi ran the gamut of Bobbys tubes took his temperature blood pressure listened to his heartbeat checked her numbers to his chart and silently recorded themcommitting them among the many many pages

Wait 


walking to the foot of the bed readying to leave Vi stopped 
                                              Joe  Youre friend Bobby has an issue with his legs being bound under the sheet and blanket  Every night he kicks them free and every morning I have to tuck them in again

N0W 

Vi leaned down from her waist and wiggled vigorously as she pulled on them to straighten them out  she regrasped thempulled them taut tugging at them several times   and satisfied she worked bobbed as she retucked them under the mattress

Vi had a body on her  buxom  narrow waist  a real nice flare at the hips   her efforts worked at her blouse made it yawn  she jiggled
she mesmerised

then standing upAwright boys  Gotta go  she straightened out her blouse  smiled widely  Behind on my round Gotta catch up  Joe so very nice meeting you  Again tomorrow Bobby

Yah Vi they both sighed

Vi walked away not unaware they were watching

they were

her rump looked as if two puppies were under her skirt wrestling for a ball


Oh my

Yah  One of the perks of riding a hospital bed while   wait for it       vying with cancer

they heard a rimshot(or someone somewhere on the floor dropped a bedpan)

evening, Monday,  17  1. 17
1254,  Twosday,  18  7. 17

Big Head Todd and the Monsters  Bittersweet

Erykah Badu  Rimshot Intro  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-UnxhKzSwrg