It’s all the fault of Doctor Gonzo, my attorney. This
great beast is supposed to be on my side against the masters of puppetry as I
walk my path. But failure to attend our breakfast meeting left me consuming the
“2 for the price of 1” special that I had pre ordered for the event, and that
is where it all got strange…
Lost on some desert island I was
forced to fight my way back to normality through deserted streets never seen
before. I swear I even heard the banjo playing once or twice, flashbacks of way
too much TV had me ready to run at the first sign of “you got a purdy mouth” as
he starts to slowly remove his sweat stained apron, again. Rolling down hills to
a very slow version of Kiesza’s hideaway with a better dance routine left me wondering if I had indeed
left my sanity somewhere else, and if this was a park bench or a bus shelter I
was wondering if it even missed me at all. Was it happy? Was it going to be OK
or was it to be the victim of some passing “loved up” rabid rabbit, never to be
seen again.
If
your life is being controlled by the needs of your dog it may be time for a reassessment.
My right foot may have
totally disintegrated. It gave out about 25 miles back and I have a pack of
coyotes following me that lick their lips each time I stumble as they start to
draw out the knives and forks as they open a nice Shiraz. Those fools think I
am mad but we all know Chianti
would go better. Only people being walked by their dogs are
my companions as this fear and loathing of the human race reaches a crescendo
with not one of them willing to open the Church door for the strange but
content harpy that only had one leg, yes it’s a beast but you should still have
respect you fuckers.
Anyway, I got a call from central and
it turns out my press pass still exists, and there is a journalist job on in
Vegas to celebrate all that is the human race. With a week there and a week to
go see if Hunters DNA is still on his wall I will need my attorney by my side. Bed, all
you can eat breakfast and a red shark to swim the way from Vegas to Boulder and
back. If the funding comes in we will need to move the first chance we get
before the other paper jockeys get the drop on us again….
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