Thread: Personal Journal

Oh joy. Tis almost time to go out for the weekly salvage hunt. Wonder which hood roomie will want to take me into and drop off this time? Isn't all that bad really. Sure it's as hot as Hades pit sweat out there, but I can get plenty of excercise scrounging about up and down those many streets looking for cast off metal. Got to say that using me for scouting does make a degree of sense. Not many tend to yell at the disabled for lurking about their dead end streets. If they do I just say I was out for a bit of a stretch and my arms got tired. Heh. More than once since I started doing this did a poor soul come out and offer me a drink or a snack while I sat there texting him which streets had the best of brass and copper. Better still if I had remembered to take my Lyrica earlier rather than just minutes ago. Does its job to be sure, but takes a couple of hours before it kills off the tightness in my stubs. Works wonders for my phantom pains. Laughs! I remember when my old bone cutting quack told me all my pains where phantom. Grabbed him by that smock top and dragged him face to face with me before asking him.. 'If I bopped you square in the snoot, would the pain you feel the next day be real or imagined?' As if! It wasn't my non-existant big toe or ankle that bothered me. Twas an area he cut down not once or twice but six to seven times that hurt! Bill Engvall joked on stupid questions, and that fellow could have been the focus of his entire routine in those very moments! Got a few minutes left since Bigfoot went over to his mothers to get his laundry. 41 and still at her beckon call. I swear.. Have not seen my adoptive mother in what, almost 2 years? Such a caring soul. Called her when I lost the first leg and after I explained what happened she gave me her usual amount of anti sympathy before telling her latest find from QVC. Absolutely amazing that I have yet to begin butchering people at random.. Though today is yet young. Seriously. She has lost alot in her life and I find some small part does pity her. Very small indeed. Cancer took her husband, though he was 4 or something like that, her sister took her life with the very type of pain pills hospice keeps trying to push off on me, her mother is in a nursing home, losing what memory she has of each of us, etc. Then her 'son' losing his legs, eyesight for the most part, teeth, and sometimes mind. Aye. Tis enough to make her want to escape reality I think. Really ought to get out and have a wee bit of fun. But not all that much to do even if I did. Already watched the new Avengers movie last night on Putlocker. Not all that bad if not a bit odd. There is always the free concerts at the park on the weekend but two factors deter me. Odd to be seen in the park by oneself at an event like that. More to the point that nearly a year ago to this weekend was my first date with Nessa. Went to see that cover band for the EaglesSkynard. Think that was the first date I ever went on where I did not even consider at first kissing the lass I was with. Went for the music and to get out of that death bin of a nursing home. Twas also the first time I let folks see i was not as chair bound as they thought. Jumped right out of my seat and onto that blanket with her sitting back to back while the guitars strummed out Take it to the Limit. ROFL! Now that I consider that night.. Most I did was pull her close to me and cup her head to my shoulder on the cab ride back. Mostly to shield her from those two leering drunks the cabbie picked up. That oat like stench wafting back to us in the backseat. Though truth be told it also felt right to have that extra body heat mingling with mine. Never told her that of course. Got to be a man and all machoistic. Maybe I should go up to the mall and stare at those that stare at me? Always amusing to stare folks down so blatantly, also it has been forever since I went to a new instead of used book store. Bah! More than ot, probally just sit about letting my hair grow. Either that or actually use this site for what it was intended for. Time enough to ponder that later. Sounds like Bigfoot is pulling up. Get to handwalk my happy ass to the door and mke sure he has no rock to smoke. 2 to 1 odds is he does and expects me to be typing away rather than see him try to sneak it in. We will see about that!