Something New

I took 3 packs of M&M's, 2 bags of whoopers, and chili powder mango slices to the counter at the BP at Winchester and Knight Arnold:

         "Hey buddy, where you been? We not see you for two months or something?"

         "I'm around. Getting candy for the kids."

          "Oh man, you are a good father. How many do you have?"

         "4 girls."

         "That's great. Take it easy."

          "Thanks"


I ate the candy on the way to the therapist. I sat in his lobby and gave the people who came out of his office a bad look.

         "Hey Ray, you want some cold water or coffee?"

         "No thanks."

          "I'm going to make me a pot. Go have a seat in my office."

I talked about myself for 55 minutes and scheduled next week's appointment.  The therapist asked the next couple on the lobby couch if they wanted some cold water or some coffee as I was leaving.

I stared at the Side Porch - Steak House Restaurant while sitting at the light, waiting for a change.

           "I want a steak."

The light changed and I drove through Bartlett.

           "I think i have parkinson disease," I thought as I went down Sam Cooper.

I got off at Highland, but didn't turn left, but went right and then turned left to go behind some buildings on Summer Ave. I passed a fire station with lights on, and a bar parking lot filled with cars. I ended up at Holmes Rd, and turned left driving through Binghampton. On the left was a country club golf course and on the right was barred up windows and nice cars.

I asked myself, "If you were put here without recollection of driving to this spot, would you recognize where you are?"

The answer was "no" which was great: Something new.

Mr Harkins in Ketosis

Mr Harkins laid at the bottom of the stairs panting. The air would not enter his lungs and his heart could not pump the blood and he knew he was about to die.

Jim prayed to God to save him or to not hurt when it happens.

It was an apartment building, the stairs went up with doors at the top and bottom. Across from where Jim Harkins lay was the door to apartment 2, and that's where I was sitting.

I was day dreaming about being married and was annoyed by the unknown source of the distraction outside my brown wooden door.

I was at the dirt and grass dog park watching my wife talk to a man about his terrier.

The train was going by and it was loud. One of our Goldens had rolled in crap and I knew we would have to deal with it later.

My wife kissed me on the neck and a boy at the city skate park screamed an obscenity.

The sun went behind a cloud and I could see the tablet screen much better.

A little boy yelled for Toto to come to him and I asked my wife if you spelled Toto, t-o-o t-o-o. She laughed and said that would be 2 2.

Harkins whispered "help..." but I didn't hear him.

Toto was kicking his back legs on Walley and I noticed what a beautiful day it was with the feel of Spring. 

The view of the trees against the cool blue sky makes me feel spiritual. 

My wife is ready to leave and I fade back to the apartment with Mr Harkins dead outside my door.

"I want a wife and dogs," I thought as I got up to see what was causing the noise behind my brown wooden door. 

Drone cowards and Mr Harkins plea for help.

........ugh

white space.......

ugh.....


Mr Harkins, I've been thinking......

No,  that won't work,

Listen Jim, I've thought a lot about this.....

Ugh..

alright old man, I know you are Conservative, and as I get older I'm getting more Conservative too.

"I gotta take a softer approach," I thought.

I knocked on number 1 and stood in the dark hallway. His door was a rich brown with years of varnish and entries/exits.

I heard his bare feet slide over the hardwood.

the door flew open to old Man Harkins stark naked with a small creature hanging on his thigh. It was sucking blood for nutrients.  Harkins eyes were black, and the creature took one last drink of Mr Harkins and whipped his nourishment hole with it's claw.

"What do you want?" it asked.

I could not speak.

The creature started to climb down his leg and when it reached the floor, Mr Harkins fell back with a thud and a Catholic picture of Jesus crashed to the floor in his apartment.

The thing had black slicked back hair, and was naked. It had suckling breasts and claws like a squirrel.

It asked me again, "Hello, can I help you with something."

I was in shock.

"Oh God, what is with you?" it said as it started to climb up my leg.

I felt it's razor sharp claws go through my denim as it came up my legs and over my stomach, stopping in front of my face.

It waved a claw across my vision, "hello, hello you in there?" it said laughing.

I stammered, "ye ye yeah"

"Oh look, it's alive," it said, "why did you knock on our door?"

I noticed it had a smell of death. Like a dead animal rotting in a dumpster

"Our du- du- door?" I stuttered out.

It stuck it's claws in deep in my shoulders and moved it's head back and forth.

"Yes our door. Me and the old man." It said in anger, looking down to Jim.

Harkins was shaking on the floor.

The smell intensified a 100% when it spoke and I couldn't hold the eels in my stomach. I vomited all over the creature. It hung on the first wave trying to say something but i continued to vomit and it fell in the pool puke like a wasp that had been sprayed with chemicals. It was completely soaked and started to cuss and wipe itself off.

Felt like I puked everything I ever ate.

I puked for hours and eventually just assumed the thing had killed me and this was Hell. It felt, looked and smelled like Hell so I prepared for eternity and simply shut down my thinking.

The U.S. and England's use of drones is a cowardly act. Such tragedy as the thought pattern that allows justification of such an act to manufacture, program, or especially operate one of these machines.

"Are you done?" it asked, the creature.

"yeah I guess so, I'm done. It feels so good to be alive."

"I bet." it said looking around.

"what are you?" I asked

"I'm the force that drives people to participate in violence, savagery, and vice in the world."

"No shit?"

The creature paused talking, and climbed up on Old man Harkins couch, taking a pillow to wipe vomit off it's face.

"Listen bro, there are millions of us out there, and you aren't the first to see one of us. I've been drinking on the old man for years. I control his thoughts too. You have really been talking to me all this time."

"You know me?"

"Yeah, of course. You probably wouldn't even like the real Harkins -very conservative and stubborn. I was the one with all the stories about AOL and shit. He didn't do nothing and he never lived in Alabama."

"Woh," I said going to sit down in recliner.

Mr Harkins moaned on the floor, and I looked at him and said, "will he die?"

"Not if climb back on him in the next couple of hours."

I looked at the track marks covering his legs and stomach. Wounds of puss and filth.

"This cannot be real. This cannot be happening." I thought.

Keto Diet and hatred of life

Dear Diary,

I woke up tired, alone, and scared. My friend's girlfriend is pregnant and my wife says my sperm doesn't work.

I think it could work if it had a chance.....

Diary entry over.

Poem about Winter:
The tree rustled with the first winds of winter. Last leaf fell.

Checking in

Stomach hurts from nuts, but balanced with sugar free chocolate. Everything should be out soon.

House Alert:

New plants in yard, considering cutting the grass, filming starts soon.

Friend Status:

Dismal due to own interaction.

Life Alerts:

Bleak outlook due to nuts in stomach.

Overall progress:
Stalled

Weekend Update:
it rained.