Here it is, One more Saturday

As I opened my eyes this morning I felt like I had been hit buy a truck and only woke up once to smoke an arty cigarette. It amazes me how much energy it takes to sleep. It feels like I slept like an elephant or better yet a log.

Okay my day will begin here shortly and I haven't a clue what I want to do other than I have a painting I am working on and a book I am just starting along with one I am half way through and then like I said it is Saturday and there is the coffee shop I will go to, the Flea market I will walk around no telling what I may find there among the heap of fleas. :) Our Tallahassee, Florida flea market has turned into on of the most expensive place on the planet to buy used crap and it is like these people haven't the money to own a real store so they just open on weekends and they make enough money to pay their bills for the month spending 4 - 5 weekends at the office. I liked when a flea market had a bunch of people selling their junk for what ever they could get for it but those days are gone.

A buddy of mine calls when he doesn't work on the weekends and asks me to come by and pick him up so I will give him a ride to the market. Drinkers that don't have their drivers license are a pain but this is a great guy that I really like until he gets drunk then I told him one day to not call me as I can't stand him when he has his buzz.. He treats women like shit and he embarrasses me with the crude stuff he says.

I think I will dedicate the rest of this morning thought to him for this educated, fighter for our country, twice married man has had everything and now his wife's own his land and houses, he can't see the his kids that he had to pay for 18 years of his life because they don't want him near their mothers. He has such neat stories I could sit and listen to him tell them for weeks on end probably but then he has to put that damn beer can up to his lips and drink himself into the rudest person alive his stories get louder with every beer and he begins the loop thing repeating every story over and over and over and over again but louder and louder and louder. I have had to tell him to turn down the volume because he gives me headaches something awful.

This guy can't hold down a job and I don't know if it is him or not because no matter what he has had to drink by morning he is straight and he if up early and works hard for his bosses at minimum 8 hours. 8 hours in the scorching sun swinging a hammer and he is good when he takes his time but when I met him he told me he would put a set of French doors into the side of my trailer and a front door on the front of my trailer for 60 bucks. Now that is a deal but I didn't know at that time he was a drunk and I let him drink.

Thank God he was straight when he started putting my stuff up because everything went just fine till the end of the day and then everything he did was half ass and I ended up getting ripped off because he was so drunk a cop come by the trailer park and told this fellow that he needed to go home and stay there because he was out in the street fighting with a black man. The black man had a pistol and this dumb drunk had a claw hammer he was going at the guy with when the cop came around the corner and didn't see the gun but did see stupid and his hammer.

This night of Hurricane who ever it was 2005 and we had three or four big ones that year but at least the guy came to my house and said to me," The cop told me I had to go home so I will come by tomorrow and finish the doors. My French doors couldn't be locked and when I tried to make them look shut they just about fell on the ground so I took a couple nails and beat them into the wall through the doors so they wouldn't fall on the floor with a good wind and decided that I would stay awake all night. as I loved in the ghetto back then. I passed out on my desk while working on a website and I will be damned if someone didn't come into my house and steal my little black bag. All folk in wheelchairs use a bag of some sort to carry their stuff around in because we can't use our pockets. Well, that was the only missing item in the house that and my prescription for pain pills.

I was so sure who ripped me off but couldn't prove a thing when a week after the cops had come and accused me and the guy that I was dedicating this morning thought to and I could have believed that the guy might have done it as he was really out of it but I paid him good and fed him daily and we were just good friends I thought and when I got a call from the police they said some girl in the nut house had all my ID and stuff. Hmmmmmm. I had thought people other than the thief did the crime and I should have known that my friends in the ghetto looked out after me and I looked out for them so I new it was time to move when shit in the ghetto is stolen. If you are going to steal from someone, why would you steal from a ghetto neighbor wouldn't you go and rip off someone in a rich neighborhood. Well I was ripped off only 6 times while living at 1864 Banberry Way, in Tallahassee, Florida but now I don't even see a neighbor.

My buddy has a problem and shit happens to him because of his problem just because you are a functioning drunk you are still a drunk and will live just one day away from death as one drunk and one ass hole can fight to the death. This guy was riding his bike home from the beer store riding his bike and a truck came down the street right at this curve and the guy in the truck had one of those mirrors that stick way out and that thing hit my buddy driving him off the road and into the ditch. With broken ribs and who knows what else my buddy got up the next morning and went to work because he can't miss a day or he cant pay bills or drink.

Living in places that are filled with people like that make life so hard, I could fix everyone of them but they wont listen to a soul so you just have to either leave them alone or enjoy them for the good in their hearts. I love this fellow and all the good he has done for me has really blessed me and I hope he has been repaid by my hospitality and rides to places. He wont call me when he is drunk and he makes excuses for his drinking which I wish he wouldn't because it doesn't matter. I like him because I like him and if I lost his friendship I would be diminished greatly so I am sure all of you have a friend like this. Go and take him / her out for lunch today and enjoy yourself.

Peace Out

La Roo

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