Inhale... exhale.....

Thankfully, that's the way I woke up.........and, that's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it.

Still here.

Still crazy, after all of these years. 

Whaddya wanna talk about?  Don't waste your breath, you're there, I'm here, you can't reach the keyboard and I prolly wouldn't letya anyways (which, is fancy for "Eww, you wouldn't wanna, there's crumbs from the last 82 lunch/dinners I've eaten here"...  I'll clean my keyboard again this Summer... or... was it Fall I do that?  No, Fall is when I clean my car, must be Summer.

Funny, to me anyways, how one's brain travels.  

In Facebook news (aye yai yai... I know, sorry)... 

Was having a Chip chip cheerio convo about Minneapolis/ICE.  VICTOR, PLEASE DON'T!  Inhale, exhale, it'll be ok.  You know, it was wanna those convo's where not one damn thing will be accomplished, ain't gonna ain't gonna change no one's mind.... but... it was held.

My buddy said some stuff....  I said some stuff... it was perty cordial... then someone mentioned 'the orange guy, Nazi' yada, Ruh Roh... and someone (a gal I happened to have gone to school with) pigeonholed "Looney Liberals." He said, she said, he said, he said... then she (the gal I knew in school) said "Vic Schultze, you can't explain?"

Forgive me Father, I was a smartass.  "I'll try as I might.  It's tough when one is a looney Liberal ya know, as per your define, we all are. (Shoulda stopped there Victor, I know). Thanks (I redfacedly replied) I hope it somehow elevates you in saying that."

Victor Victor Victor.  I know.  And, I'm off my BP meds... Each, every time this happens (I can't keep my dayum fingers off the keyboard) I regret it.

What I REALLY wanted to say...... (VICTOR!  Don't do it!  Don't you realize you post this on FB and she ultimately will see it?)  Uh huh.  Inhale, exhale.  I was gonna say to her, the gal I went to school with "YOU'VE GOT BAD TASTE!".. and WHY Victor, WHY would you say that?  Because in 8th grade (she was in 7th), at the Plaza Theater, good ole Liberty, MO.. she kissed a looney Liberal.  I seen it.  In fact, ahem, I was sitting right next to her.

Holy S*... I know, what I thought.

THEN, that reminded me.  Band camp, a couple years ago. That big bar in Liberty. You know, the one with the really long tables... to where sometimes, there'll be two large parties at one table... and folks seemingly get along.  Uh huh.  OK.  I walk in, see my buddies, sit in the middle of this table...happened to be next to a gal, oh, mebbe ten years younger... she, in the other group at the table... (TBC, too longa paragraph)

I sit down.  She, looks at me astonished.  Disgusted.  Gives me the "you got cooties look", gets up, moves one chair over, and says something to the effect I would NEVER want anyone to think I was with him.  First thought, I know I ain't George Clooney, but I'd showered shaved, brushed my chops... then....... inwardly I asked myself "What's wrong with me?"...  then, anger showed up. I wanted to holler (kinda like I wanted to say up above there).. i wanted to holler "Look here B*"   But you didnt Victor?  Thought better of it?  Actually no, I didn't say nuttin' cause I feared that dude, 6'5", ever bit of 2-fitty pounds, sleeveless shirt, muscles on toppa muscles, sittin' across from her was her boyfriend...... and, that he'd turn me into Spam.  So I didn't say nuttin' else.  Wise.

Victor, WHAT is the significance to all this?  Maybe that.  I ain't sure i ever ever want a significant one again. I spent way too long on dating sites, at this age, it's like being at the Piggly Wiggly to pick out bananas, and they all got dark spots allover 'em (me included)..

Then, ya gotta find, hear, "what happened", kids, grandkids, where they grew up, where they lived...go to thumb twirling 'her family' meet ups....Ask, do you like good music, yeah yeah, that sweet sole music?  No actually I like new Country.  "Ahm, pass me another heapin' helpin' of that salmon wouldya" said Victor, NEVER.

Then, ya gotta figure out, well hell.... does the dude always pickup the tab?  It ain't 1975 ya know.  Early bird? Night owl?  Innie?  Outtie?  Now that might be fun learnin', VICTOR!

Anyways... I should be careful about what I type, PARTICULARLY in politic discussion.  I do enjoy going for two beers.  I've got to be careful where I sit. I don't wanna offend anyone, and I don't wanna spend ten bucks to listen to bass fishing stories of the dude next to me..  or, to be so old, the lady in the next chair turns her back to me the entire time (happens).. 

Victor......... maybe you could try the Library?  Or.... a bookclub... or a gardening group.  "Slide that tray of oysters over here wouldya?"  Nope, yuck, uh uh, sorry.

I'm old.  I'm frail. Ive got black spots. Affliction too has made it virtually impossible for Jack and Jill went up the hill. I prolly could do the fall down, break my crown, but, it'd never work.  Gitme my geezer scooter and stay the heck outta the way.

I've got my nieces... my grands.... my Fritos, corn on the cob, Ray Charles, Fleetwood Mac, Sports on TV... gambling.. VICTOR!  But I've been winning, I have I have.  Uh huh, sure Victor.

I've got my blog.

I know, I know, I'll get the hell outta here.  Nickelodeon is coming on.  SpongeBob and Patrick Victor?

No.......... Looney Tunes......

Love, Victurd